“Closer” © Khalilah Yasmin 2008
Please I beg you don’t let me get near,
If I feel the heat from your skin, my body will sear.
A burn that may take days to extinguish,
I’m sexually infatuated by your eyes and I mean this…
Mentally intrigued, my mind is enslaved,
Wanting more than the words that you say must be saved.
Saved for another time, situation or place,
Saved for the day, I throw myself to your face.
Admitting my erogenous desire that has no true cause,
Between moans and cries of pleasure that I don’t intend to let pause.
But this moment has flaws, according to you,
You’re not accepting or denying our mental rendezvous.
My curiosity’s amused, wanting a tryst and maybe a cruise,
Craving to grind you SO hard, your body feels used.
The energy in your presence, is hard to deny,
Frustrated with desire, my body pouts a soft cry.
I’m at your mercy, you win, and to you I toast,
So if you don’t wish to proceed, prohibit me to come close…