I would tell you of the wild hours of surrender If you would enter my impetuous dream with me Into my domain where nothing is kind or tender And only passion and turbulence exists to be
I ran a sharp fingernail down your chest You could scarce control the urge to grab me Just pulled me ferocious against your breast Tried to limit your craze to some degree
Ached for me to follow all the way through Your control slipped with every brazen word And by the time you whimpered and withdrew You had my innards feverishly stirred
I would tell you of the wild hours of surrender Of my undreamed sensual passion and secret yearning But I would rather like to remain a pretender ‘Cause once I tell you, my dreams wouldn’t be returning