My lover knows velvet, my gentle touch
When I trace my fingers upon his skin
Pressing firmly sometimes, never too rough
I know the place where his comfort begins
My lover knows music, my whispered sigh
Inside of his ear before I lay down
Next to his heartbeat - my soft lullaby
Fills his dreaming with sweet, angelic sounds
My lover knows fire - the taste of my kiss
Passion's desire when we meet tongue to tongue
Entwined in hypnotic, estactic bliss
We warm each other like the rising sun
My lover knows life - my own in his hands
He knows me better than he understands
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