The Whisper

I wonder if my name ever crosses your mind If it sits upon your pout red lips And makes you bite down hard That simple joy of desire Does it wash across your sweet tongue And massage the nerves in your core Drawing heavy breath with it's intent The helpless need to feed your craving Tell me if your skin crawls with excitement Imagining my warm breath across your neck An uninhibited touch without contact The wrap of pure, lustful ambition No? Yeah me neither. Ok bye