As Yet Untitled 26 |
by H.L. Nichols |
Given the opportunity to make love to you Loving you is what I'd do I'd crave your navel and nibble on your . . . Oooh And I'd meld to your mind like toast and butter Speak of tongues . . . good love til we stutter Shhhhhhh . . . don't utter another word Words don't even matter Ummmmm . . . If I could but imagine The fantastic . . . touching you til morning Comes . . . the gentle strum as we play Damn! Imagine my dream come true So Beautiful it is to love you |