i wish i could die
for the pine in your eyes,
for the tease of your breathe,
for your luscious lips, dripping wet.
In night seasons
i boast of no defenses
when you come to my senses,dripping with passion;
crushing the last vestiges of modesty from my mind.
Now, drenched with the dews of desire`s plea
i sit alone by the river-side.
i listen to the waters beating their drums.
i hear the cool evening wind weaving
the magic of your love all over the orange sky.
But i wish for nothing more
than to die
....in your arms.