You your head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, inside my You guide my hand, what can I do but you
You lift head, I press on you The more you move the I know You guide my hand, what can I do but you
Heavy arms, breathing, passion, The of joy Flavor, rhythm, turning, A gift the woman who shone in the dark
Temper, promises, jealousy, The of joy Pressure, aching, repeating, A gift from the woman who shone in the
The body extends a thought something you almost remember Your memory is made of With your shining like fate something I can keep
Heavy arms, breathing, passion, The of joy Flavor, rhythm, turning, A gift the woman who shone in the dark
You turn head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, my bones You guide my hand, what can I do but you
I lie here a weapon out of desire You hear me far away but My voice does not you I throw out a net, waiting to you in So I can keep you like a
You your head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, inside my You guide my hand, what can I do but you
You raise your head, I on you The more you move the I know You guide my hand, what can I do but you
warm hands, I die, you die, Where is he, am I, laughter I am dead, Dead and In the dark night shot at him
Heavy arms, breathing, passion, The of joy Flavor, rhythm, turning, A gift from the who shone in the dark
Temper, promises, jealousy, The of joy Pressure, aching, repeating, A gift the woman who shone in the dark
You turn head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, my bones You guide my hand, can I do but touch you
Your memory is made up of It up residence and shines out Like a of fire Like the of my own body in the dark something you almost remember
You your head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, inside my You guide my hand, what can I do but you
You lift head, I press on you The more you move the less I You guide my hand, what can I do but you