At times I think of kissing you
And all the things I’d love to do,
Expressing all the things I feel
And prove that all this is real.
As passion finds the way to rise,
There simply is no compromise
To loving you the way I must,
Through exercising passions lust.
And then, there is that quiet time,
With love fulfilled and all’s sublime,
And as I lie beside you there,
I’m filled with ecstasy that’s rare.
Oh, tell me that this fantasy,
Is shared by someone more than me,
And that there is someone out there,
Who’s loving ways she longs to share.
Perhaps one day I’ll see her face,
And feel her loving, warm embrace,
And then I’ll know with our first kiss,
The meaning of a lover’s bliss.
© James O’Brien
October 2004
Midi Playing: "Afterglow" © Bruce DeBoer
an Original Composition
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