When I look at you, when you see me, your face lights up like I am a not so distant Sun. You feel me.
Why would I not leave you?
This warmth of your smile is so intoxicating. Welcoming me back, luring me into your arms. Your body shivering in anticipation, your eyes wanting more.
More of me.
How can I not be intoxicated by your hunger?
Your desire for me?
How can I not leave, how can I miss the chance to make that grand entrance, enchant you again and sweep you of your feet?
How can I miss the chance to get that heavenly smile once more, to see those hungry eyes and impatient lips?
I need to get lost, get out of your sight.
I need you wanting more. More of me.
I need to get lost, and figure out what else I can show.
I need you to keep asking for more.
More of me and all that I can bring.
Spirit of Tara 