Raising your hand behind my head,
A kiss from your lips is all I desire.
Silently floating toward the bed,
Every kiss sends me higher.
Your lips taste like the sweetest fruit,
And your hair smells the same.
Your eyes the prize; your kiss the loot�
A thief with the riches and the fame.
Of all the things to die for
This is worth a torturous death.
If I don�t live to love much more,
I�ll kiss you with my dying breath.
I could live forever with your lips next to mine,
For you�ve stolen the key to my heart.
I will never complain; I will never pine,
If you promise we�ll never part.
