You are the subject of my desire Because every good thing happens Because of you You are the one who set my senses afire ‘Cause nothing would be given to me Without you Your touch Your skin Your hands that hold me Your mind that draws me in Your love Your grace That quirky smile Upon your face Your smell Your taste The way you seem to hesitate To touch me To take me To make me Be
You are the object of my desire Because all I want to give to or do Is simply you Come closer, babe, I’ll set you on fire Because I want to give the earth and the sky To you My touch Your skin The way you fold for me My smile that draws you in My caress Your lips The breath you hold for me Your undulation Under my fingertips Your jokes Your pique The way my tickles make you squeak Wanna touch you Wanna take you Wanna make you Free
Cynthia is a 50 something mom to 2 talkative, creative, whirling dervishes. They're not feral. Honest. Just homeschooled. In her free time, Cynthia enjoys being a hot mess whose neuroticism makes excellent song and story fodder.