Your Space your Time On Your Own

Light a candle Dim the lights Shut off the phone And all alone Open the draw that holds your secret hoard And lock the door You don't want to be caught It's your time Get comfortable and snug Put on an old movie With your favourite bottle of wine Relax and recline And unwind With your secret hoard from the draw A box of Belgium chocolate Smell that delectable delicious naughty temptation You have been looking forward to Your taste buds are going to dance tonight Close your eyes and that chocolate Let it melt in your mouth before you nibble Let your mouth water for a short while If you can resist Then let your tongue swirl around And taste that euphoric bliss running down your smothered dripping lips Many want to kiss Your delighted tongue makes love to your chocolate Covered now addicted pallet The more you have the more you need It's your fix comforter and destresser The box now as empty as the bottle of wine Now satisfied replenished and contented It's been a wonderful night and your time Blow out the candle and turn of the TV Curl up and drift off to sleep and dream Until you have your time alone Once more another night.