You said you drove by the lake
The hunger of warming caresses
The graceful nature of your smile
So imagine, my heart if you will
copyrighted 1998 Sean Osher
it's soft haunting sighs
like little spirit cries
do they root there ?
strong hands holding your face so near
touches of lust and passion's fire
the way your lips warm and offer themselves so dear
alive with love and desire
the way your mouth holds my dreams
it makes me tremble with lust , it seems
a soft flower opening to you still
and feel the passion and fire
I whisper from my dreams desire
