Come to me...

As I look at you, I want to…
dive in and swim the depths
of your whiskey colored pool’s
extent and soulful breadth.

I just want to say, baby… come to me,

when your hunger rages uncontrollably,
or the fires of your erotic desires  
are mercilessly climbing ever higher;
its ascent up your spine is agony,

baby… without care, come to me…

Your social status matters to me not,
personal wealth, not even a thought,
it is your starving body I covet and want,
the beacon that calls to me, it taunts.

If you need me baby… I am there!

Pick the time, place and scenario,
I will skillfully make it come to life
wired for sound and in stereo.
Tell me lover, what is your pleasure?

Come to me, you’ll remember it forever…

Confident? Yes, I am; sex, sensuality,
seduction and my name go hand in hand,
I will be your Eloise and you, Abelard,
forbidden yet defiant in our riotous lust.

Baby, I want you… come to me.

Gypsy Red