Softly
Gentle the touch from smooth brushing kisses
Softly I come to you, Softly I will
Tender the night of our hungry wishes
As lovers, we claim sacred time until
Warm is love's breath that crosses the spaces
Yearning turns the spring of time's winding clock
Tremors from soft fingers leave trailed traces
And give lovers keys that open the lock
Lost in ambrosia where the heart now sings
A wanton fiery need burns within
To find paradise in flight without wings
Sacred, vulnerable rejoicing in
Time is in motion and time will stand still
Softly I'll come to you, Softly I will
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