Cold as stone, Possessor of bone-chilling beauty I, alone, Wanting but not wanting to be Scratching and clawing at this Waiting for something to give So give me a sign A shiver, a sigh A look in your eye A reason to live Fantasy still Captor and captive are we Strangers until Desire and goddess intrigue A slanting and movement of hips A flush, a warmth of the skin As night falls I wait For breath, for fate The sweet salty taste Pressing lips on lips Unrequited love Is what I know of love Spellbound I will stay Imagination may be for fools Imagination may be cruel To be kind At the end Of the day Ivory girl Chiseled and cooler than clay Icy reserve Is provocation. will you betray Eyes that linger and hold too fast? If you stumble, if the mask Should crumble or fall Warm blooded after all The longer you stall So shall I last