Let Me.

Let me write of the way that my very genetics yearn,
Blood pumping so fiercely that my skin starts to burn.
Tingles and sweat drops, hot spots – oceans, the tides turn;
Now it’s my turn on top; and I won’t stop until you finally learn.
Let me illustrate a circumstance, in which your eyes are locked to mine,
Let me orchestrate the wet Rain Dance that stops the pace of time.
Swirled inside of ecstasy, next to me – your “everything” is fine;
The entire world is frozen besides the warmth of my insides.
Let me warn you of the influence that my surrender tends to hold,
My face is shy, my body is small; but this spirit is fierce and bold.
For it’s been said that if I get in your head, your legs will surely fold;
And for a tongue that’s made of silver, so goes a heart of solid gold.
Let me remind you of a time that was just our own in time,
The sun shone down to brighten this saddened face of mine.
I lay wrapped around your chisels like a serpentine;
and you indulged in the flavor of my best Moonshine.
Let me emphasize how I long for you so desperately,
to feel your fingertips as they grip at my body,
here I sit in solitude like you prefer that I remain,
until you decide to feel obliged to return to me again.