| Wild Night The night was wild Full of passion and wantonness He took me in his arms And held me tight in shamelessness He motioned me to the bed Hopped on and stroked a spot Slowly I crept up Onto my greatgramma's quilt His arms were thick and strong His breath hot and sweet My hands shaking not from the cold But from his body heat As the dawn broke that day The sun rising in the distance In his arms he held my body And then he took my innocence |