Words of wisdom drip like honey from the lip
Of the man in front, speaks with authority so blunt.
So soft and smooth, the words sink through
My mind and touch my heart, much like David's harp.

Words of pleasure soak, like a dagger past the cloak,
Stab the unwise victim, cut his throat, that's what happens when fools and wickedness elope.

Underneath the blue, my eyes lock with you, inside my head spins, what am I gonna do?
Passions pulsing through, veins royal blue, oxygen being used up like it was meant to,
Full color in your cheeks, rosy smiling sweet, eyes like pools of purity, luring me where I'm weak,
Vulnerable so to speak, willing to risk it all, just to hear you speak,
What will you say? Hanging on every word, still holding me at bay,
Oh these games we seem to play, I'm the tou, you're the ché,

A chase where you're my prey,
I know, I'll just pray ;)