Lost
shoulders back, arched spine
strappy heels, hand on hip
I’ll always think of you
Inside of my private thoughts
saunter slowly, hips swaying
eyes intense; unblinking, steady
With just the thought of you
I can’t help but touch myself
That’s why I want you so bad
palm caress from waist to neck
head tilt slightly up and side
Ooooh, I get so high
When I’m around you baby
I can touch the sky
twist and turn and touch and feel
hips roll teasingly, body arch sensually
You make my temperature rise
You’re making me high
Baby, baby, baby, baby
hand raising gracefully,
fingers curling, soft smile on curved lips
Can’t get my mind off you
I think I might be obsessed
bending forward, chin up
lowered lashes, moistened lips
The very thought of you
Makes me want to get undressed
lost in the music, passion’s dance
fast-beating heart, intoxicated
I want to be with you
In spite of what my heart says
I guess I want you too bad
strike a pose, last longing glance
turn away, slow strut off.
- the clubber , the dreamer
s t a r m | s t November 13th, 2005
