Memory (Sexual Desire)

Your eyes are the prize
You need to realize they hold no lies
I try to fantasize what you hold inside

As I come around we look up and around
See that no one is to be found
So I slide back around and lower you down to the ground

My fingers are screening through your hair
Gentle whispers are streaming through the air
I hold your hips dreaming without a care

Seeking the meaning of what love is
Weakening and weakening after each kiss
Flirting and kissing trying to get to those lips

You come to me as I let you in with ease
Baby go crazy, live out your fantasy
We’re constantly staring away from reality

For when we come back all we have is a
MEMORY