When your voice sounds like a song I’d forgotten
When your eyes are so wide and deep
When you hold me like you’ll never let go
And we dance to music, close and slow.
When you lean forward for that fatal kiss
When your hands thrill my neck with their caress
When you bend me back, pressing forward so tight
And I close my eyes, and awake to the night
I ache for you to finish.
April 23, 1998