I loved him 'cause he wrote the words to the lines to the songs that drew me from one page to the next... then he crossed it. Poet in word alone. Beautiful in everything he pretended to be. Hands like chocolate whirlwinds, much too strong to be denied. Couldn't resist though I tried. He went on a rampage, my mind tossed to and fro without even realizing. And I was caught up in the aftermath. 'Cause he had lips made especially for pillow talk. And eyes worth the dive. Every moment I was with him my hands could meet no borders, my tongue found desolate spaces to call home, and there I roamed, foreva seems like. I felt fantasy bleed into reality and taboo was no longer an issue. I felt like he visited every corner of me... my body, mind, soul and spirit. I became his lady for that night at least.