I was daydreaming about songs Just where do they come from? Experiencing what we’d had together the sadness, desires, our joy, and our love. Songs that we hear in nature, The wind softly blowing in the trees The birds as they coo and chirp Brook babbling...
I guess I must have drifted away You moved your hand to shade my eyes I stepped up into the clouds reached down to pull you into me We left that world far below on the outskirts of yesterday I loved how your blue gingham dress fluttered between my finger...
Tell me... What I should do to you, how I should hold you, how I should kiss you, and how I should touch you. Tell me... What you would do to me, how you would hold me, how you would kiss me, and how you would touch me. Arouse me... Where do you moisten?...
