Mmm... yeah... feel this.... my nails in your flesh... be quiet..... don't make a sound... The sheets are a battlefield of satin and sweat Where I ignite a fire you won't soon forget I taste your salty drift, the fever I've made While I watch your last bit of resistance fade The rhythm is rising, a pulse in the dark I'm leading the lightning, I'm striking the spark. Do you feel that? The way I'm in control? I can feel your heart racing, you can't wait, be patience you get so much more... it’s delicious... My lips wander down the curve of your thigh I trigger your hunger, I hear your cry I wake every hidden spot with a kiss so deep Secrets of the flesh that I intend to keep The tension is thickening, a storm in this room I’m spinning you faster, approaching your doom. You're so easy to break... like a little toy... shall we take it to the limit, you gonna be a good boy? I make every fiber scream for the blow I draw the tension like a hunter’s bow I feel you swell, the power of your stride One second from heaven, nowhere to hide We’re crashing together, the world starts to blur But I hear the key... and I don't even stir SHH! Back in the box, lover boy. My husband is home. Don't breathe, don't blink... hide in the closet and watch. I watch you scramble, naked and small Locked in the wardrobe, back to the wall Through the mahogany slats, I see your eyes Wide with the terror, fed by my lies He enters the room, I pull him in tight The perfect spectator for the rest of the night. I'm still glowing, skin burning and red I drag the hubby down... slowly, right onto the bed I finish the job that I started with you But I make it last, it’s the least I can do I moan your name softly, but he thinks it’s him While you rot in the closet, out on a limb Hours of theater, a rhythmic, cruel tease I know you're in there... down on your knees. Rise and shine, little bird! The door swings wide in the morning light You look like a ghost after such a long night "Want some breakfast?" I ask with a smile I haven't seen a look that pathetic in a while "Is he gone?" he whispers, trembling for the door I burst out laughing, I can't take any more: "He left at three, baby, a flight he had to catch... I just kept you in there... 'cause you're such a perfect match." Cold eggs or cold toast? Decisions, decisions... You stayed all night... for nothing. Wasn't it hot? Yeah... you're my favorite piece of furniture. [
