Unsigned Letter
she got an unsigned letter
from a secret someone
and she fell into the mystery
the words were few and specifically vague
intrinsic intrigue
but it said everything
when it just read
"come to me"
hands trembling...the plane ticket falling to the floor...a shiver racing through her...racking her brain to think of who could possibly have sent the command...a curious smile curving her lips...thinking she has some vacation time due and she's never done anything so reckless... outrageous...potentially dangerous...in her life...always the good girl...the responsible one....
maybe...
she's always been that responsible someone
safe within her simplicity
but all this cloak and dagger
was stoking her heart
stroking her curiosity
this plain little jane
gonna risk everything
as it creeps closer to the day...she's a bundle of nerves...she wanders the chat rooms wondering if it is any that she has talked with..and if so....who?....if not...who?...fear condenses inside her...but the intrigue...the excitement burns white hot...blocking out rational thought...she slips away from the computer and lets her hands play across her body as her fantasies run wild...
hey...
is she gonna strike a match?
that'll surely light the flame
is she carrying a torch
for a love in vain?
she went over things a hundred times in her mind...then a hundred more...wondering how she'll know when she arrives who has sent for her...making her plans...
is she gonna break the locks?
take a look inside the box?
knowing that she could release Pandora's shame
welcome to the game
what's in a name?
the day dawns brightly...sunshine and blue skies...she took exquisite care in preparing for her departure...an hour in a steaming bath...perfumed cream languidly smoothed into her silky skin...sliding silk stockings up shapely legs and securing them to the black garter belt...sliding up matching silk thong panties...wrapping a knee-length black skirt around her hips...the slit on the left thigh only showing glimpses of her long leg beneath when she walks or crosses her legs...she slowly buttons her blouse...a forrest green French velvet so fine and soft...enhancing her eyes...leaving only the top two buttons undone...she puts on delicate touches of make-up that brings out her best features...slightly tilted green eyes and a generous mouth...her long auburn hair pulled up in a sophisticated style...loose trendrils curling around her face...the final touch...a fine mist of perfume that could be enjoyed only by a man close enough to brush against her skin...
she must be dreaming
as she boards the plane
and flies into her fantasy
a first class ticket
to the city of Boston
is all she knows of her destiny
when she touches down
will her feet hit the ground?
stomach fluttering...body quivering...hoping that her nervous excitement isn't visible to everyone...she steps off the plane and casually walks through the gate...her rapid pulse frantically beating at the nape of her neck...her cheeks flushed...excitement and need coursing through her...
yeah...
is she gonna strike a match?
that'll surely light the flame
is she carrying a torch
for a love in vain?
is she gonna break the lock?
take a look inside the box?
knowing that she could release Pandora's shame
oh, welcome to the game
what's in a name?
He watches from a bar near the gate of her arriving plane...white hot desire rippled through His powerful body...passion surging hotly...threatening to slip away His control...and this only from the sight of her walking towards Him...the many nights of watching her...talking with her...though He was certain she didn't know it was He that sent for her...it was almost surreal...He almost couldn't believe she came...
is our little plain jane
gonna risk everything?
she looks around as people go rushing past...looking for who though?
unsure...but feeling eyes on her...she turns slowly and sees a powerful, well dressed Man watching her from the bar...she smiles tentatively and feels the hairs prickle at the back of her neck...warm shivers playing tag along her spine...an instant connection... impossible recognition...she knows she's right as He rises and starts to move towards her...her breathing quickens and her rapid heartrate accelerates even more...
yeah...
is she gonna strike a match?
that'll surely light the flame
is she carrying a torch
for a love in vain?
is she gonna break the lock?
take a look inside the box?
knowing that she could release Pandora's shame
oh, welcome to the game
what's in a name?
with confidence, power, and grace...He moves toward her...His 6 foot frame dwarfing her as He stops just in front of her and smiles...His presences surrounds her before He even touches her...then...He envelops her delicate hand in His strong one and simply says, "I'm glad you came"...she stares up at His dark eyes with luminous green eyes full of wonder...as He squeezes her hand gently....she smiles up at Him... and whispers "so am I"...
what's in a name?
He hears the surprise in her voice, feels the quivers of need that course through her body...watches the trembling of her lips...His hard, warm hands shape her face as He leans in to kiss those quivering lips...the soft heat of her lips, her tongue wetting them, drove every thought from His mind...He made a rough, low sound as he captured those sensuous lips with His...the gliding pressure of tongue over tongue enciting Him...He pulls her closer against Him...her small hand lightly traveling along the hard muscles of His chest, the strong tendons in His neck, the prominent line of His jaw...desire lancing through both of them...before the kiss ended they were both fully aroused...
what's in a name?
He wraps His arm around her shoulders and guides her through the throng of people at the airport out to His waiting car...
lyrics by Chris Gaines
story by me