darlin’, I’m lookin’ at you stare into some old lover’s eyes,
and I’m bulging at the thought of having you again,
but I want, I want you again,
as mine.
I want to leave bite-marks on your skin, branding you with my name,
I want to bend you accross my knee and make you feel my desire.
I want to kiss those lips whose red has always, always called to me.
I want my voice to resound in your chest,
my words to drive you wild.
I want you darlin’,
the way the sea longs for the moon,
tidal, perpetual.
and that, that ain’t love…
ain’t fair,
ain’t decent,
but I find it’s how I feel.
Suppose I ain’t a decent sort of fellow,
when it comes to it.
