IF I COULD HOLD EVERY SPARK OF YOUR BEAUTY
THAT EXPLODED IN YOUR EYES
AND FEEL THE TINY FIRES BURN AWAY IN MY HANDS,
MY TRANS-FICTION WOULD MELT ME FROM THIS WORLD
AND PUT ME IN A BLUE SPACE
THE SPARKS, THE STARS AND STARING AT YOU
WOULD SEEM WHAT I WAS BORN TO DO.
STAND THERE AND HEAR THIS,
MAKE MY ILLUSION SEEP INTO YOUR EARS
FALL BACK AND MY ROSES WILL CATCH YOU,
HAVE THE WIND BLOW THE AROMA OVER YOUR BODY
AND FEEL YOUR SKIN TINGLE
AWAIT MY PRESENCE UNDER THIS STARRY PLACE
LET ME SIT AND MARVEL AT YOUR RELAXED SELF
I PLAY WITH THE THOUGHT OF KISSING YOU
BUT ONLY TO PROLONG THE PASSION OF SATISFACTION
WHEN THESE MORSELS MEET
STOPPING THE ACHING, THE LONGING...
ONE DAY IS NOT ENOUGH.
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