What's Love

I look in your eyes and I see you're surprised at the hunger raging in mine. For no one can say why I'm feeling this way and why for your body I pine. I'm a moth to a flame. When I hear your name, I melt beneath your touch. I know we're just friends, yet this ache never ends. Your arousal, I crave so much. I know you don't love me. That's okay, cause what's love got to do with it anyway? It's a physical burning, this never-ending yearning to press my lips on yours. The heat of your skin makes me tingle within as your essence upon me pours. I'm lost in your eyes as they hypnotise and I float in a tantric trance. When a long day dies, my private sighs echo when I think of our dance. I know you don't love me. That's okay, cause what's love got to do with it anyway? On silent wings I soar to paradise's door, where you take me in my dreams. Steaming windows aspire as our urgency maps higher, ecstasy swimming in bubbling streams. Your private dancer, your seductive romancer, I'll make you beg for more. Like a necromancer, you charm my answer to your invitation to crash upon your shore. I know you don't love me. That's okay, cause what's love got to do with it anyway?