I want you sweat-slick ‘n strong.
‘n how long, exactly how long,
make love with the patter-splat of rain on the window-pane,
warm my fingertips by tracing your ink,
follow along the lines you describe yourself with,
ears buried deep in the sounds you make,
not coming up for air.
‘n how long, exactly how long,
the salt taste of your curves,
the soft-stroke moans you tug from me,
‘n I want to trust,
‘n how long, exactly how long,
until I know that feeling?
