Warm candle light
Back drop of dark night
Sweet soft music
Arouses senses
I can taste the atmosphere
Oil I pour
To touch is to explore
But not just skin on skin
Details deep within
Are you just like me, getting high on joys of Spring
The Suns Ray's, the daffodils gaze
The cherry blossoms haze
Or are you a little darker
Like a warning tribal haka
A performance for they eye
Deep inside you cry, till tears run dry
You no longer know why

Is your coffee strong and black
Or sickly sweet of bitterness lack
A limited edition book
Hardback, rigid spine
Securing tight the story inside
I won't hesitate to turn your page
Of autobiographical love and rage
I'm not interested in what you show on stage
Your brutal truth is what I crave