Holding Out

To phrase this properly is very hard,
Because I don't want you to really think
I say this often, but I want your hands
All over me, from ankles up to hair,
Especially the parts half-way between.
You've been polite and courteous,
A perfect gentleman, and I like that,
But now I want to have you spend the night.

My fantasies of you sharing my bed
Return whenever I lay down to sleep.
But I want more than dreams, I want you there!
You leave me with a kiss; that's not enough.
I don't want you to leave until the dawn,
And maybe not at all. Make love to me.