WHILE HE DREAMS
While you dream every inch of you I will give my tongue to learn
An explorer --I will find just where it is that you ignite this fire
Tasting goes from tongue straight to my heart—to be examined –freeze or burn
As explorer I will taste the source of the river—of exploration I will never tire
I will find the source of the river—however long it may require
Wicked delicious river of ten thousand tears
Where other women have drowned in their desires
But I hand on helm sail on and steadfastly shall I restrain my fears.
While you dream every inch of you I will give my tongue to cherish.
Passion is not meant for faithless or the faint of heart.