Whispering tenderly
I held her under the Choir
of Heaven. There I gathered her...
Silky warm and innocent sweets
We watched the stars alone
Dressed in a gown made
Finer than any carved jewels
Scented as wild as Spring
Tick
tick
Tick
The clock struck midnight blues
I murmur soft words of love
No will shall know of us
The dance is almost over
Let us flee before they see
Her fingers rise
Quietly as still as dawn
Smoothing my lips like petals
Taking my hand
Leading me
Away
Behind red satin curtains
Holding my face ever near
Pecking little kisses in secret
Behind the red satin curtains
