Post by bird on Jan 25, 2006 18:05:20 GMT -5
His kisses are sweet, telling a tale.
A tale of our life, if not failed.
Take me home in your arms.
The tighter you squeeze, the more you care.
His blush is a bed of flowers, velvety smooth.
Fingers calling to touch my lips.
Take me home, to sleep a lullaby slumber.
A slumber of sweet surrender.
Your smile makes me melt like butter.
Things that are...Nice.
Take me home, this secret man of mine.
Make me yours, till the end of time.
A tale of our life, if not failed.
Take me home in your arms.
The tighter you squeeze, the more you care.
His blush is a bed of flowers, velvety smooth.
Fingers calling to touch my lips.
Take me home, to sleep a lullaby slumber.
A slumber of sweet surrender.
Your smile makes me melt like butter.
Things that are...Nice.
Take me home, this secret man of mine.
Make me yours, till the end of time.