I’ll close your eyes with my lips,

Warming a blank space.

I’ll root my hands in your hair

But you won’t be there.

I’ll harden your nipples with a kiss,

and cup your breasts in my hands,

and stroke them with my cheeks,

but you won’t be there.

Your small back will be arching,

The ceiling of my hands.

You’ll push your hips up to me,

And I’ll dig deep my face

To make the pleasure appear,

But only in a blank space,

Cause you won’t be there.

And when pumping my desire,

I’ll entangle my hands in yours,

And smell your skin,

And feel your warmth,

But you won’t be there.

Now, I’m sealing your mouth

With my fingertips,

Feeling them soft and eager,

But please don’t,

Cause I should never be there.