Don't let desire cry

Bathe bodies in chocolate and wine,
Let locks of hair slither, entwine.
Make the bed become a pool of satin,
Become a dead language, speak in Latin.

Let the material whisper words to you,
Enhance a vision of what it wants you to do.
Have black leather become your skin,
Don't let desire cry, allow it to win.

Have ribbons tie themselves around your throat,
Change your leopard's spots, make a mental note.
Let the moon become fire so the night is warm,
Let man meet woman so that life is born.

Make flowers bloom in a little girl's eye,
Adventure space; see whether the sun can cry.
Your secret keeper is the graying veil,
Don't let the spikes eat you at the top of that rail.