Speaking slow, smooth, deep words in your ear,
That causes all of your bodily functions to stop,
No, I’m not speaking of a "red light special",
Just my own brand of making love,
Where there is no need for the latex, love glove,
Completely safe sex,
Pure,
Like the one above; and what’s next,
Mental ecstasy,
Duet dose of orgasmic energy,
Flowing thru you and me,
And we haven’t done anything physically,
Thoughts penetrating the deepest levels of your fantasy-filled soul,
You enjoying this cerebral sensation so much,
You dread the possible release of its hold,
As my voice gets lower,
Your reflexes get slower,
As anticipated stimulation replaces anxiety and paranoia,
My aim is to make love to you mentally,
With you impatiently awaiting an encounter physically,
See "My Eyes" keep you on a level that's heavenly;
While you fight urges, of giving in to me.