Teddy Bears Don'T Kiss

It wasn`t I who asked if you`d be my teddy. It wasn`t you who wondered how soft my skin was. Will it wait until tomorrow, you ask, but what about my will; it certainly cannot wait. Control, own it; don`t let it slip away, only if you feel you must, and you have no other choice, as though your lips would just slide right off your face. It`s been a while, since teddy`s loose threads were re-sewn, let them go much longer, and they`ll start to fray. Soft, curious teddy is sitting right next to you. Around the shoulder it goes, an unfamiliar arm, yet still soft like teddy. Teddy`s lips don`t move like this though. ``mmmm``. Tongue, tease me please, tangled in your juicy splendour, taunt me, as you will, because tonight, I`m all starry eyed.