IT'S NOT SUPPOSE TO HURT SO GOOD,
BUT IT'S A PLEASURABLE PAIN...
Red luscious lips, meaningful quips
A lustful stare, a heavenly pair...
Her dress was stunning;
Facade quite cunning...
My wedding dress
i have brought...
My mind is made up
All i can think about is you...
Perfection stares back at you from the reflection...
One by one the cloths begin to come off...
As i lay my head and close my eyes
Butterflies starts to fly...
Your fingers trace my palm
As my hand runs against your cheek...
I walk with you hand in hand
In an enchanted dreamland...
It's funny when you think about it
How you picture it to be...
Being together with you
is like being close to the sun...
In bed alone,
Waiting patiently...