I call on you to touch me

I cast it as a dare

But you only smirk and turn your head

Remind me that you don't care


I long to feel your hands

Slipping gently over me

Moulding me with a sculptors touch

But it's an itch that won't be set free


I whisper of my love for you

For you to release me from this spell

But you only grin to tantalise me

It makes you hot: my hell


I stand, I kneel, I demand, I beg

It's more than I can bear

And like my own guardian devil

When it gets too much – you're there