Your breath on my skin awakens the primal me.
Nothing means more than your slight brushing touch...

One evening I dared.
To call a person I cherished...

Do you see through me?
Is the smile too warm...

Do you see through me?
Is the smile too warm...

One evening I dared.
To call a person I cherished...

Your breath on my skin awakens the primal me.
Nothing means more than your slight brushing touch...