Make me wish for life sublime,
Whisper softly that you are mine.
Soft lips draw a trembling line,
Our frantic hearts beat in time,
Fingers touching, sneaking, tracing down your spine,
Eyes glinting – drinking – in them lust yet shines,
With panted breath and moaning whine,
Burning, bucking, our love a burning shrine,
Flesh and sinew pressing, writhing, divine,
My body complete when we entwine,
This soul and your own, perfectly combine,
Screaming – wild – frantic – our passion does incline,
Crashing, shaking, panting, our love a piercing shine,
Whisper softly that you are mine.
Whisper softly that you are mine.