The Thrash of Naked Limbs

Beauty is fragile, and time eats at it

This passion play.

Smothered in effort, the thrash of naked limbs

Glistening skin.

Close your eyes, the whispered sighs

Frightening lust

Sweet was her breath, tasted by mine

Words are more effects when concealed

Through the halflight on her body

My fearful hands tremble their way

Take me, anywhere that you like

Hold me, deep within. Do what you like

Take me, anywhere. Warm the night

Take me, take me, take me.

With the lights low, and you naked on the warm floor

Me beside you, softly kissing, caressing

Make love to her while she's crying

I could die now, and die happy