Your pleasure is my purpose by definition.
Our love is above average.
We are what we desire, you are my only prayer.
There’s no need to make-believe when we can make it happen before our very eyes.
Let the results of our experiments reverberate through our bodies.
I’ve got a hunger for knowledge when it comes to your each & every way.
Educate me, demonstrate your good taste.
Fill me with your fantasy line after line.
Can’t erase your nature from the pages of my mind.
Lie back & tell me your story with your body.
You thirst for my time, so take it all in.
Love me still through the night.
Love don’t wait & I don’t mind.
Because I think you’re learning your way through mine.
Indoctrinate these dreams between our lips.
Listen, I’ll tell you everything you want to hear.
I wanna give you faith, like that good book by your bed.
Whenever you’re around there is no sound,
besides that of your heartbeat over mine doing double-time.
Our love is a mute math,
multiplying our passions as we hold hands & connect our dynamic symmetry vigorously.
Crystal clear persuasion with your every move.
Your body language is an art all its own.
Question every position with another moan as you drift away into the distance.
Every climax is a light in the dark, I want you to glow uncontrollably.
Nothing gets lost in translation while I read your body like a dictionary.
Your pleasure is my purpose by definition.
Nothing can replace our experiences.
I want you on me like pen to paper.
Our form evolves whenever we cross the line.
See beyond the world we’ve been shown.
Let’s satisfy our curiosity one more time.
The Wandering Mind 