Temptation

My skin it prickles, tingles and glows
As memories creep in
Of not
So long ago

Fire burns while heating my blood
Thinking of times
I've fitted to you
Like a hand to glove

Men are drawn like a moth to flame
Yet walk away knowing
Their touch will be lame

My heads been turned
But not so far
That another’s touch
Can soothe those scars

I whisper your name
While in my bed,
A testament to your talents
As fantasies continue
To circle my head

I want to see you
To feel your touch
But it still scares me to death
To admit
and hunger this much

I stay away
While wanting to tempt
To drive you as crazy
As when I’m pinned to the bed

More competent hands
I long for with dread
For the day draws nearer
When I resist no more
And invite you to bed.