Desire

Stuttering words, they fade away dying like a flame gone cold; Nothing much is left to say but this need that's born of old, old as the skies up above. Now! Now! the fervent plea sung by lips seeking a bond; This must be... it must be... frantic pants of souls love-burned, dazed by desire's hot touch Our eager lips cling together urging on an explosion; Time recedes, she goes further borne by waves of that ocean that sweeps across our hungry hearts. Alas! her father, he walks in and we spring far-far apart; Babbling words to hide our sin still it burns in our hearts this earth-born need between you and I