Packed in Leather
Squeezed in to delight all,
The cup is full of fire,
And deep down below sense,
My cravings go setting ablaze,
The sound your violin,
Has brought into my eyes.
As good as gold. Sold in dreams,
Amazing fascinations of wanting you,
Packed tightly into leather pants,
My heart and eyes watch you dance,
A statement noted, sold in advance,
Leaving me panting, in a trance.
Hands so light and soft,
Talons of crimson, bring divine aloft,
In a haze of neon beams,
Winding the love into me it seems,
Fighting to resist the calling,
Where here in love I'm falling.