No.245 |
24th February 2003 |
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--The dance of a million years --
To be with you 's a rare delight Morning, evening, day or night But take yourself away from me And I will n'er contented be I suppose it's time for me to learn That what one wants one has to earn Accepting you are not my wife Remove myself far from your life I can't do that it hurts too much When I think how the slightest touch Of you sets my pulse afire Smouldering with intense desire Your eyes destroy me with their gaze Never ceasing to amaze Me with their burning liquid heat I melt, we melt as our lips meet Unfolding your body to my need As I then so gently lead Your senses to a higher plane At once both sacred and profane We dance the dance of a million years The dance that brings a million tears The dance that makes us feel as one Sharing love 'til life is done |
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