I ordered you a million years ago

Your voice

Your thoughts

And your soft, gentle touch

A touch unlike no other

You melt me like I’m butter

There must be fireworks in your fingertips

I swear it must be true

You make me get rather noisy

Quite the opposite to you

I have to listen carefully

For that smallest change of breath

Then I think you must be happy

And I hope I pass your test

I ordered you a million years ago

Your humor and your wit

I ordered you a million years ago

Universal shipping must be slow!