If I touched your hand,
Combed your crimson strands.
Would you pleasure me with lips divine?
If I caressed your thigh,
Would you breathe a sigh?
Whispering, that you�re forever mine.
If I kissed you slow,
In a candles glow,
Wrapped within a lovers warm embrace?
Could your charcoal eyes,
Perhaps by chance disguise,
The splendor displayed upon your face?
With two open minds,
And eight fragile limbs entwined,
Would our lonely hearts at last discover?
That true friendships do transcend,
Until in the very end,
We find ourselves becoming perfect lovers?
B.B. � 2002