He is holding his hands,
Kissing his neck,
trying to reach his perfumed hair
Touch is urge, gaze is need, don't say a thing while we are looking for wonder
Eyes greener than grass,
Lips softer than feather,
It seems like everything matter under his thin jacket of leather

When it drops you shiver
You ***** even your liver
Trees are shaking and birds are waking up.
They are confused by the miracle from the sky.
Quick and loud and flashing white,
the world looks lika a frightening sight.
Louder than dragon, quicker than bolt,
thunder and storm are scaring us all.