would be the subject of the matter.
Then these fingers,
would chase after you.
These hands may,
want to hold and cup the base of your neck.
My arms to hold you,
down and pin as i drop my kisses-
where ever and randomly entice and arouse, You.
Then baby, life begins,
as I enter your mind,
intellectually fornicating your senses,
before we can even touch,
emotionally what we need most.