The Door

Hands from behind
Glance at my waist
Pick me up
Put my heart in a race

Breath taken
As I'm set back down
Why flirt with me?
I wear no golden crown

I've got no place
Someone else is mine
I'm happy to be his
No matter what time

Yet you still flirt
Give a wink and a smile
But I wish it from my lover
Over 6,000 miles

Why do you continue
With your caring gestures
I'm in a different world
No reason for your lures

Don't try
I shan't be tempted
Although you don't seem
Extremely demented

I wish to be his
Not yours
No matter how hard you try
I refuse to open that door

The door of
Temptation
Leading down to
My hearts mutilation