Basorexic

Whisper stories in my ears,

Push my hair out of my face,

Gently look me in my eyes,

As my lips, your fingers trace. 

Touch my cheek tenderly,

With your soft, sturdy hands,

Rub your nose on mine, lightly,

As you get another chance. 

Let me caress your back with my fingers,

Though ticklish you might get,

Push me lightly against the wall,

Before you might naively forget.

Meet your lips with mine,

Gentle and caressing,

Get them sensually entwined,

There is no need for stressing. 

Make me have butterflies,

Make me feel psychedelic,

Make me adore you for your lips,

And those hands around which I'm tied.