Come back to me, baby.

Don’t you know I want you?

Don’t you know I need your words?

Yourwords that whisper and caress my skin

As though your warm lusting hands

Were sliding over my body.

Come here to me , pretty baby,

Like you do in my dreams.

In the darkness I can’t escape you,

And I like it that way.

Your dark eyes drink me in,

And your kisses melt on my skin.

But why do your lips tremble, baby?

They spill those words so eloquently,

Your words that make me want you

And dream of you at night.

Do your kisses quiver so

Because you want me so badly?

Your hands are shaking, baby.

I hear you sigh with relief when they touch me,

Yet they quake at the feel of my body.

You’re far more experienced than I,

So that can’t be it,

Why you shiver so violently in the heat of passion.

I know why, sweetbaby:

It’s because you want me that bad.

The burning, craving, inside you

Could explode at any moment.

So tell me, baby, what you feel.

Use your words.