What if I want you,
in that wild way—
the kind that teases,
dances on the edge of play?
Your deep brown eyes, a secret dare,
I catch your gaze, then look away,
Do you feel it,
that slow, forbidden sway?
What if I need you,
closer than close,
a breath apart, a touch too much—
do you pull away,
or pull me in to feel that rush?
Your laugh, a spark, it lingers there,
just out of reach, like stolen air.
Do you taste it?
That spark that hides beneath the heat?
What if I crave you,
in whispers and sighs,
the kind of hunger that never dies.
Could you handle it, love,
if I played the game?
Or would you be lost, caught up in the flame?
But what if you want me too,
this dangerous dance we do?
Would you take the chance, my wild one
Or leave it all undone?
