Beautiful, vanilla fragrance
Engraved secretly in my mind...

I would give up almost anything
For a single glimpse one last time...

The dunes of my affection
Carefully etched...

My heart a lonely vagabond
Itching to be cleansed...

Life's too short for arguments,
And playing silly games...

Unto the bed, the lover's crypt of joy,
We unravel a passion deep and pure...

The howl of the wind,
The bite of winter's morning...

With your hands behind your back,
Blind fold over your eyes...

I will prevail
I will succeed...

Upon the grassy meadow
Staring at the moon...

Grind your body,
Work it slow...

I'll always be your best friend
You never have to ask...