Waiting at the tip of my
Restless in wanting.
Ah! Brew and mull as I
Conspire oh coltish
Soul and elvish words. Conspire
While I twist and moan
In tasteful agony.
Only my fingers can give you release.
So Tease me.. tease me some more.
I’ll hold you back
Until with a moan escaping
I savour you, and release you with me.