At Your Mercy

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
I think of you and I wonder
Of times gone by
I sit and sigh
Remember the storms, the lightning, the thunder

To feel your fingers touch my soul
Unlocking my butterflies was your goal
When you kissed me full of warmth and passion
I would die in your arms, of a fashion
Confined by your devotion manages damage control

Your dextrous hands flick switches within me
The smouldering spark it ignites, a guarantee
Being with you creates high voltage
Your love feeds me with high wattage
I’m completely yours, I’m at your mercy



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