Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.

I'm looking at you.
And i'm dreaming.
You're looking back.
Your skin is on mine.
Your eyes are on mine.
Your hands are on me.
I'm looking at you.
And i'm loving.
You're looking down.
Your skin is soft.
Your eyes are crystal.
Your hands are gentle.
I'm looking at you.
And i'm knowing.
You're looking away.
Your skin is your own.
Your eyes don't know me.
Your hands haven't touched me.
I'm looking at you.
But you're not looking back.
and I look away.

There’s a look
a woman gives a man
when she wants him;
longing for his touch,
her body
aching with desire.

There’s a look
a woman gives a man
in her rapture;
lost in the moment,
her body filled,
her body surrounding.

There’s a look
a woman gives a man
full of regret and recrimination;
of dreams unfulfilled,
hopes aborted
never born.

There are looks
and there are looks
but no matter how hard we try;
how tight we press the flesh together,
two souls joining becoming one
is just a fleeting dream.