My eyes of Pan
Now i purposefully dont try touch you soft,
but on you will be sure to take my sweet time.
My eyes of Pan countless times over you gloss,
because darling body like yours should be crime.
That devil behind your gaze and the chaos inside you,
i know those craving eyes dont ask, they demand a stan.
Your mind is racing over all the things we could do,
for many both rewards and punishments i have plan.
Breathing on your neck and lips touch your skin,
sense not even drop of cold sweat gliding your body.
That look says you already like the trouble you're in,
and your pheromones already work through my antibody.
You moan my name out loud like warning signs,
as i push you back slowly against the wall so thin.
Now beg on knees like you've done hundred times,
before letting my knives smootly glide on your skin.
We both know no self-control left in this room,
there is no way to slow down our put out this fire.
There wont be any room for wondering for you soon,
why im like hungry animal under this sexual desire.
Even how unmoral this all may seem i want this heat,
but wanting only you even if our love burns us alive.
This intense desire for you my only hunger and greed,
and marks i leave after tonight deem you only as mine.