Without a touch I feel you
Igniting my imagination
With the intangible
Looking at me that way

Eating me up
Keeping it up
A visual screw
Feeding my imagination

Wanting like you
Coming back for more
I’m your whore
Taking my imagination

Though I wear a suit
And sensible shoes
I meet you
unlaced
Releasing my imagination

Monotonous discussion
Disloyal to my thoughts
Lukewarm words hide
Heated acts

Patience
Delay
Reward

Celebration
Is yours, I imagine
Cold solace for Heated acts

Wait

On its way
That final release
My lips wet from your tongue
You surround me
Disrobe the ordinary
Blushing skin

Naked and alive
The sweeter you talk
The dirtier I feel
Sugarcoat me

Here
Bringing to reality
Heated acts
Satisfying my imagination