Slowly, Softly

[chemineau]

Sneak over to me slowly
But please do not delay
Speak your whispers softly
Lest the angel hear us say…

In the gentle night
When moonlight hits the rain
The soft breeze takes our troubles
And stirs the candle’s flame

Trace the lines of your body
Move the hair from your face
Gentle kisses down your neck
Feel your heart begin to race

In these gentle moments
It seems all is in its place
And I would do all within my power
To keep the sun from showing its face