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Lavender
And
Red
.
I find myself taken
From a precious dream
Of lavender and red
And a bit of whipped cream
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| I lie here and listen
With my eyes still closed
And ponder the position
In which you are posed
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| I smell you essence
And it makes me swoon
For it does suround me
And It fills the room
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| I hear you breathing
So soft and low
And rivers of passion
Begin to flow
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| All my senses start tingling
As fires begin burning
And deep down inside me
I feel a deep yearning
|
| I try to lie calmly
But its usless I know
For at this very moment
I need you so
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| I open my eyes
And look your way
And my mind is flooded
With sweet things to say
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| I take in your beauty
In the morning light
And recall each second
Of a heavenly night
|
| The sun has arisen
The birds they do sing
And your sweet words
In my mind do still ring
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| I hear you sigh
And softly moan
And my lips remember
Where they did roam
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| The gentle features
Of your lovely face
They make me smile
And my heart to race
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| Your heavenly presence
Pulls me towards you
But not just physically
But emotionally too
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| I reach out to touch you
With a trembling hand
I caress your hair
Strand after strand
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| I touch your face
And caress your arm
I'm helpless to resist
Your sensuous charm
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| I must get closer
This much is true
I whisper your name
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