High on Your Thighs

Comforting more than all the world’s advise,
Home to a man’s uncried cries,
Girl, I don’t know how your thighs,
Turn sleepless nights into blissful sighs!

When I kiss them, they quiver like rose petals,
Your thighs are a grown up man’s cradle
Curtained by your tresses, when I lie in your lap’s warmth,
My head forgets this world’s big bad storms

I ain’t got a clue, I’ve no idea why,
I’m so drunk on the touch of your thigh
Just know this longing I can no longer fight,
Slip a hand under your skirt wherever I might,
I wanna soar wide, I wanna soar high,
Higher up only your thighs

Oh, I’m so crazy I dream of a home on your thighs,
Spend my life on the highway to paradise
Your tender skin, for hours I’d fondly suckle,
Other times, I’d just lazily run my knuckles
But I’d wait for the day, to turn grey
To tickle you till you whimper in an aching pleasure,
And drench myself in your wetness, dripping unmeasured

On your thighs, even raindrops and sunrays go lazy,
They linger around in joy, trying not to go crazy
Why won’t they, your thighs baby,
Are leaf-fall gentle
Yet firm like only a woman’s resolve can be
Oh how, how will I ever get over this madness..
I give up girl, could you tell me?

I ain’t got a clue, I’ve no idea why,
I’m so drunk on the touch of your thigh
Just know this longing I can no longer fight,
Slip my hand in your skirt wherever I might
I yearn to get lost exploring around,
In the countryside of your thighs like a vagabond

Don’t matter if you’re in a skirt or pants,
No more holding back, it’s you I want
Trying to have you in places they won’t let me,
I’ve turned a traitor to my sensibilities

In the flashing darkness of movie theatres,
At restaurants under the eye of the waiter
Your thighs call my hands, like moths to a flame,
I do all that’s unwise, I’m beyond fear and shame
Pressing you against me on crowded escalators,
On trains, pushing you into corners,
I reach for you, your lover insane,
Just to hear you sigh and whisper my name

I ain’t got a clue, I’ve no idea why,
I’m so drunk on the touch of your thigh
Just know this longing I can no longer fight,
Dig my face in them wherever I might
Drowning the depths and soaring the heights,
I want to smother every inch of your thighs

In a world where hearts change with a throw of dice,
For so long now your thighs have held me hypnotized
All other temptations seem like distant cries,
Craving your touch is now my only vice

So girl, this is the gist,
Your thighs have turned me into a hedonist
Waiting for your thighs to caress me like the morning mist,
Now seems the only reason I exist

I know they’ve told you I am a liar,
But trust me when I say: you are the air to my fire
And I don’t know about the years ahead, but for the day I die
My only wish is I breathe my last on your thighs!