Pretend you and I, are alone someplace,

holding, each other tight, staring, into space.

The night is clear; and the moon is bright.

There's a warm wind blowing, begging us, to unite.


I'm rubbing your temples, to relax your mind,

generating chills, up and down, your spine.

Even though you're moaning, I won't move too fast.

I have, every intension, of making, this last.


As I nibble on your neck, your body starts to heat.

I can feel your toes curling, and the trembling of your feet.

You're getting impatient; but I want you to know.

You're just the STAR in this picture, I'M directing, this show.


Your curiosity is growing; but that's how the "CAT" got killed.

You want your cup to run over, I'll let you know when to spill.

I think my teasing is too much, for you to take.

So I guess it's time, for me to cut this cake.


As I slice through your icing, I feel you explode.

This is no game of leap frog, I'm jumping in like a toad.

I feel your grip loosen; and see your eyes start to shut.

Goodnight my sweets, see you when, you wake up.