Hand. Heart. Head.

I can see how you watch her, you predator,

Your eyes sliding up and down her body, leaving marks...

Leaving scars behind of your horrible thoughts.

And I can see you licking your lips as she moves,

Undulating towards you and away from you,
Dangling her leather and lace just out of reach...

Playing a game you know how to win

But you're not moving in the right direction, are you?

I lick my lips, watching him closely,

He's biting his lip, a shy little thing...

And I long to run my fingers down his skin

Kissing and licking every inch of him.

My eyes never leave him, regardless of where he is,

He twists and turns and thrusts his hips...

His delicious muscles moving under his skin..

And all the while, he knows he belongs to me.

She stands before you, a vision of purity...

Her soft soul lighting the path for you,

A beautiful heart full of a cute kind of innocence

That must be protected, cherished, respected...

Your eyes never leave her, your heart skips a beat

When she touches your cold skin...

There's magnetism there, it's easy to see

But is it as enough for you as it seems to me?

He glows at my side, a zen kind of man...

Never a harsh word or a heavy hand.

His soul shines brightly in those green eyes

And all I've never been as happy as I am at his side.

He's nothing but gracious, his soul is so sweet,

I can feed my dark, greedy, need of him constantly

But there is one question that returns 

Am I his as much as she seems to be yours?

I'll match you wit for wit until our tongues tie

In a bow beneath our crimson lips...

I can follow your train of thought as if it's my own,

I don't need a ticket, it's a train I do own...

And I wonder sometimes, as your tongue bites hard
And our minds collide...

Is this as much fun for you as it is for me,

And does your twisted mind want some company?

There you are, your tongue sharp as blades,

Your mind always searching, always questioning...

And you scratch a certain type of curiosity within me,

That makes me loose sleep just to catch one more glimpse

Of the storm behind those sharp eyes and that mind.

I searched for you for a really long time...

But here's the question: hand, heart, or mind?