I could be the one
that softly touches you
when your eyes begin to open
to the light of the morning sun
I could be the one
you slowly turn over to
and greet with tender kisses
after the nights dreaming is done
I could lightly caress your cheek
as my lips softly set upon yours
move ever so closely to your body
and help your mind open the doors
and wash away the nights sleepiness
as the passion fires up our souls
then with a mounting explosion
set us out upon the days new goals
I could be the one
across the morning meal
looking so deeply into your eyes
that even your toes can feel
I could be the one
whispering come to me now
and like with a romance novel
even the reader raises an eyebrow
I could then hold you by the waist
and lay you softly to the floor
kiss repeatedly upon your necks side
while you whisper more, more, yes more
and as we set a raging fire to the moment
sending us soaring together until without warning
colors flash to the fiddle of the Devil
leaving us lay joyful to a good morning
by Erik Tyme @ 1-5-99 |
