The Lover's Song

Passionate lips

moving hips

in the dark of the night

bring so much to light

this love, so true

which I’ve found in you

slowly seduces me

if you’re pollen I’m a bee

your hands all over

an amazing lover,

but love is so much more

even if not an open door

its saying to another

honey, I’ll make supper

love is a choice

its using your voice

to serve someone else

instead of yourself

it enjoys bodies

in glorious harmonies

yet does not require touch

for love can do so much