Take your time, let her breathe,
Let her grow restless with fire.
Let her bathe in the aroma, the flavours,
Tea leaves whispering, a sultry desire.
Don't let the warmth slip through her body,
Mix it with the milk, ever so slowly.
Let her change her skin, grey to brown,
Her action's a verb, she's a noun.
Take her out and let her loose,
Now she'll need a new dress to choose.
Don't you rush—make her wait,
Finally enjoy the chills, enjoy the date.