Yours

Throw me to floor, Make me your Whore;
Let me give you all of me.
Your hands on my body, Your hands touch my soul
Your eyes stare right through me,
Strip me to the core...
All the while I beg for more.
Let me learn to please you
In all the ways you;ve never known
Nothing I wouldn;t do for you
Nothing I wouldn;t be
I will live to pleasure you,
Someday you will see.

...

Through the wood, through the trees
Through the dark veil that will bring you back to her,
She travels swiftly, in this land inside her mind.
The one where she might call you hers,
hers alone for all time.
In a clearing lit by the moon,
Her breath ragged in her chest;
she thinks she sees you.
You shimmer like a mirage, are you really there?
You take her in your arms, and time is still.
She puts an ear to your chest,
listening for something,
anything to prove you are real.
Afraid to let go she melts into you..
Feeling you slip away like the mist you appear to be.
You were just an illusion, in this dusky gloom..
An angelic vision to be held, faded away too soon.
She wakes in her bed, cold & alone..
If things are not what they seem,
Can she believe you are not a dream?