Once my words have reached your ears,
And my lips have brushed with tease,
You'll no longer feel control at all,
For my acceptance be your ease.
My ravish and my charm be sweet,
And my sensation be your thread;
Each word that slips from easy sounds
Will forever roam your head...
One day, if not tonight, you'll see,
And you'll forever squirm so willing.
And looking back at things thought 'charming'
Now you'd only find them chilling.
So you shall wriggle with denial,
And soon you'll cry yourself to sleep.
But until the day you see me truly,
Your forgiving love shall seep.