To climb in to bed,
with you is my desire,
to feel the flames of
passion,
hotter than any fire.
your hair brushing
against my chest,
to feel the beating,
of your heart,
below your breast.
To see your eyes,
smile at me,
to kiss your lips,
so sensually.
to smell the
perfume you wear.
Just to be there.
To listen to what,
you have to say,
to hear, your voice,
if only for a day.
Secret desire,
when it's your night,
it's my day,
why does it have,
to be this way.
TO see you,
I have to go by air,
sometimes life,
just ain't fair.
My secret desire,
what can I say,
I dream of this day.
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