I’ll love a dance with you Under the moon, With your scarlet lips on mine, Your caress Slithering its tentacles on my body, And your waist swaying on my reverbs. I’ll love a dance with you Under the embers of the February’s moon. You, yes you, my bride and pride, Your dance, your waist beads, my joy.
…but all I need is you. I want to be the one of your everyone, To soar the comfort your duvet gives, To be in reverie when your thoughts flood my mind, To be your desire when the dawn is cold, To be that log your garden prefers in its centre And to lick the sweet fluids from your inner lips, For your touch does more than tickle my desire for a gentle caress.
I want nothing more Than you in my arms Till forever and a day Becomes the past that never existed.