You turn head, I rest on you Beneath my skin, inside my You guide my hand, what can I do but you
You lift your head, I on you The more you the less I know You guide my hand, can I do but touch you
arms, breathing, passion, fever The of joy Flavor, rhythm, turning, A gift from the woman who in the dark
Temper, promises, jealousy, The of joy Pressure, aching, repeating, A gift from the woman who shone in the
The body extends like a Like you almost remember Your is made of light With your shining like fate something I can keep
Heavy arms, breathing, passion, The of joy Flavor, rhythm, turning, A gift from the woman who shone in the
You turn head, I rest on you my skin, inside my bones You guide my hand, what can I do but you
I lie here making a 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 you like a photograph
You turn your head, I on you my skin, inside my bones You guide my hand, can I do but touch you
You raise your head, I on you The more you move the less I You guide my hand, what can I do but you
With hands, I die, you die, Where is he, am I, Without I am dead, Dead and In the pitch dark Arrow at him
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 in the dark
You turn head, I rest on you my skin, inside my bones You my hand, what can I do but touch you
Your memory is up of light It takes up and shines out Like a of fire Like the light of my own body in the Like you almost remember
You turn your head, I on you Beneath my skin, inside my You guide my hand, can I do but touch you
You lift your head, I on you The you move the less I know You guide my hand, can I do but touch you