Seconds of Pleasure

Ooh, girl it's what you say between a phrase
It's written in your face
It's rain against a windowpane
The sound it makes
It's dreamin' the day away
It's the shine of a precious pearl
Light of the world
It's the smile of our baby girl
It's finding a moment for a thought so pure
It's a walk along the shore

I want to love an artist.

I want to love a man that can find redemption in the ring I leave in the tub. And wisdom in my pubic bone. And can string my hopes and dreams together with the solitary gray hair growing in my crown.

I want to love him.

I hold on to the feeling
I don't know when I will feel it again
I've become amused by the little things
Seconds of pleasure

I want to suck on his calloused fingers.

Comb the knots out of the hair that he hasn't bothered to wash or comb in months.

Lay in his lap as he pats out rhythms and beats on my belly.

Second of pleasure
Life's little treasures
Second of pleasure
Life's little treasures

I see me climbing into his dilapidated '79 Cutlass Riviera with the faded green paint, and the primed passenger side.

I'd stick my hands into the rips in the upholstery and mend the tears with my adoration of him.

While the Chi-Lites croon "Have You Seen Her" from the eight-track system that he copped from the vintage junkyard, I'll spread my legs wide in the back seat, hoping to be found.

By him.

Ooh, girl, it's small talk
A touch so soft
It's watchin' you walk
It's the taste of a sour pop - a lemon drop
It's the last one in the box
It's a kiss in the mornin' sun
A few minutes of fun
Before you have to run
It's all of the little things that you've done
To ease my burden and my confusion

I won't be able to hardly stand being in his presence, because every time he opens up those lips, I would try to climb into his mouth so I can recline on his tongue.

I'd rub my pelvis against his tonsils...and then perch myself up on his adenoids and climb into his sinuses.

Just want to be in his head.

I hold on to the feeling
I don't know when I will feel it again
I've become amused by the little things
Seconds of pleasure

I want that man to glide inside of me.
I want him to hide inside of me.
Collide inside of me.
Confide inside me.
Oooh, if he would just shed some light inside of me.
Abide inside of me.
Live forever...
...and then die inside of me.

Second of pleasure
Life's little treasures
Second of pleasure
Life's little treasures