Throughout the dark I can feel you skin
Your eyes are so piercing but you can not see within
The roughness of my hands is felt by your lips
And the softness of my tongue is felt on your hips
My heart is racing, my pulse is delirious; so I shall quote “Tao’
Angels have sang songs, but I have not heard their voices until now
Widely spread through the novels and books
Has love like this been mentioned but if only those authors could look
Seems to me this may never end
Unless of course it is only to hold; then begin
Perspiration turns into rain
Pleasure turns into pain
We cant stop, now, our rhythm is that of a Native American drum
Out bodies are one, as I; as a male; I am about to
