Rub the poetry out of me
Twist your voice just the way I like--
Between my fingers and 'round my heart
Burn me smooth, baby make my blood spike
I'll grind the poetry against your body
So pull me from everything I've ever known
And boy I'll make your pleasure all my own
Sprinkle that hot pepper all over me

You don't know me, yet you know me best
You taught me how to touch, how to feel,
How to taste all of life's zest
You're the key to the woman I could be
Hold a mirror to what the world should be
I'll take your steady hand
That promises uncharted land
And we'll leave hot pepper in our wake.


© Jaz Rogers