Afternoon Delight

You say you want to play in my silly little game

You can be the push, if I can be the pull

You can make me beg, as we say who’s in control

On top of rising waves, I feel the pulses throbbing

I can make a puppet, dancing on my strings

Yet I know the string I tugged has tied me to the bedpost

You can make me sing, as I make you come undone

I love to swim in currents, but the game was made for none

Floating through the skies, the clouds are clearly lies

The moon begets my tides, as your passion pulls the rise

Blissful light into night, as the sky rockets take flight

In afternoon delight