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