Arrival

You’re tied up like a paper doll
Took my time
But made it happen
Now it’s time to work it out
How will this translate to heaven

Roped into an early night
In a bed that’s made for regents
I’ll wake you up when things get started
You know I’ll try and make it matter

It’s not that I’m not good enough
Just sometimes it doesn’t happen
Later on we have another go
To see if you can shame the heavens

Now you’re riding high on love
Your body moves upon my altar
I’ll hold you tight in my arms now
Though I don’t want to stop your shaking

© 2006, Mosquitobyte