Your fingers caress my cold skin,

Igniting fires with their sensitive heat,

As your lips kiss my neck,

Sending chills of ice down my spine,

I whimper and arch into your touch,

Driven by your passion,

Willed by lust,

A loyal slave to your desire,

A puppet on a string,

Being played by love,

Your kisses now fevered,

Your fingers drawing patterns over my skin,

Comanding a deep emotion from me,

Hushed I love you's as we dance beneath the sheets.