Come to my bed

Will you not bed down with me?
For it's too cold alone, tis true
Bare flesh is so much warmer, you see.

So join me, and call us we.
Keeping you warm, the least I can do
Will you not bed down with me?

And without your clothes you look so free
Yet cold flesh simply will not do
Bare flesh is so much warmer, you see.

For pressed together we soon will be
fingers, flesh (and lips?) to heat you through
Will you not bed down with me?

Ah, your touch, your lips, you warm me
You can feel my heat against you
Bare flesh is so much warmer, you see.

Together desire calls us to be
more than just me still besides you
Will you not bed down with me?
Bare flesh is so much warmer, you see.