Questionable motives

Your hands they flit across my skin

Your eyes burn to my core

Your lips are soft as summers sin

And I’m made a fool once more

Like soft green grass you hold me close

To the very essence of your soul

Like all good things you come and go

My flesh burns up like coal

You smile and wait just for a moment

For me to recognize

That playful look of lust and onus

Simmering in those eyes

Where would I go what would I do

Without your gravity

To keep me close to the sparks I know

Will someday ignite in me

Burning up or so they say

You’ve got me around your finger

Despite knowing I’ll never stay

I can’t help but watch you linger