Could be

You could be mine, The taste of your skin rolling Gliding over my senses. Erotic fantasies flashing over In my mind, to let me know how Much they don't compare to you. I can almost feel the soft press of Your body, warm, firm, molding with Mine to form a perfect being. Nimble fingers and hands working Their spell over my desires. We could be one, you know that, We could become trapped in our Fancies staying tied down in our Own little play world held back by A thirst that can't be quenched. I could be yours, wrapped in clear Blanket on display for your amusement To show everyone the catch you've made The servant you're found, the lover you choose. We could be ours.