Is it sweet destiny that I am in your hands?
Moulded to your desire on bracing fire
I wake up to lazy, latent earth trysts
As your potent fingers tease me to life
I arouse to a man’s enigma, sensuous as earth
Revel in caresses that melt my brown life
Thrill to heady moments riding high
As passion waltzes her way between us
Does your woman know you in this obsessive state?
In this intimacy that riots through you and me
Perfecting union in those feverish hours
Creation at her sultry, rapturous best…
I am earth and clay most of my life
Sired by Gaia when the gods were playing
You were moulded from me and breathed alive
Destiny turns a full circle now, I smile…