Eager I am to touch your lips My heart flutters with much desire To feel them with my finger tips Eager I am to touch your lips Between them taking many trips Kissing them I shall never tire Eager I am to touch your lips My heart flutters with much desire
The magic of the rising morning sun Which absorbs all the soft sweet smelling dew As its bold brightness advises caution While silently I’m in rapture of you You stretch as if trying to grasp the sky While the sun’s light flies through your golden hair Such a sight I dare not to close an eye To miss the radiance of one so fair To run my fingers between every strand To feel their delightful silky softness To capture their luscious scent of dreamland That will hold me in total breathlessness
The heavy cloud covered night is a screen, Obscuring any light from the new moon. Yet in the darkness the mood is pristine. It’s from your ethereal touch I swoon, I am a missile lofting into space. Higher and higher feeling weightlessness, While exploring the beauty of your face. Overcome by the sense of boundlessness. Sharply hit by a comet I explode! Felt airlessness in my upward spiral, Faster than light my boiling red blood flowed. Now frozen, no energy to ramble. You have brought me ever so near to death, It’s difficult for me to catch my breath!