I dream of the night
when we feel right
and our bodies dance in silence.

Kissing your lips
and rubbing our hips
together with sweet violence.

I take you down
without a sound,
but for our cries of desire.

You take me inside,
your legs spread wide,
as I take you even higher.

And I’ll lay with you, going slow,
lighting the room with passion glow,
until we cry out in the night.
Then hold each other until we know
everything will be alright.

Your kiss is fire,
and I won’t tire,
until we both, exhausted, fall asleep.

As I take time,
my hands will find,
places where pleasure hides deep.

I’ll hold you next to me
and watch your hair flying free
as we, enrapped, bump and grind.

Kiss you and murmur your name
with intense tongues of cold flame
as I try to drive you out of your mind.

And I’ll lay with you, moving fast,
heat the room with a passion blast,
while we cry out in the night,
while our love peaks at last,
holding each other too tight.

Sleeping together in your bed
nothing even has to be said,
the smile on your face speaks to me.

My arms around your chest
kissing your neck and breast,
beauty and grace is all I can see.

And I’ll lay with you in the morning
and kiss you again without warning
when you cry out softly from a dream.