i'm thinking gods reside in your fingertips
the sparks i feel when they meet my lips
there has to be a kind of magic there,
for the flames to bud and flare
or maybe it's the way your eyes shine,
the way they shift when i say, "you're mine"
how i feel when you let out a pretty sigh,
my hand taking its place on your thigh
i'm thinking gods reside in your fingertips
the shiver that passes when they brush my hips
my senses encompassed by you,
feeling all of you, through and through
or maybe it's the way you feel so warm,
the way you breathe has become my norm
how i feel when it fans over my skin,
the way i just know this can't be a sin