Like the flowers of May, I just set my thoughts of love,
at your altar; at your pure feet before it fades away;
My heart beckons to you, with an expression of grief,
to be held, and with yours it does so melt down to earth;
Once I am blending towards your .body, soul, mind.
In ecstasy we thrash, rising on tidal waves of lust;
as our bodies inner desires, burst, showering,
one another in our pure, sacred, eternal love.
Your body is mine; a temple, where I lay myself,
on my fingertips, you dare to dance; sing and pass on.
