Feb 21, 2005 20:18
I look into your eyes and see things i don't understand.
Are you a mystery? I think not.
I look at your smile;
I search for something that isn't there.
Are you a mystery? I think not.
I listen to your voice, and call you an angel.
This angel is flesh and blood,
Not a doll to be put on show.
I see - You are not a mystery.
You are flesh and blood.
Touch your soul;
There's no mystery here.
Caress your face; feel the warmth.
You are not a mystery
Here you are - desires abound;
Relentless and sensuous - mine to caress
Like a flower; I make you bloom.
Don't stop; not even to rest!
No mystery here
You feel the weight of my body against yours;
My heaving breath upon your skin.
The most gentle touch on your thigh,
The soft nibbling on your breasts -
Moving slowly in a downward motion.
Now I see,
You are no mystery, but mine to cherish.