She moves on me
slowly,
I catch drops of her sunlight.

She,
brightens the nights of mine,
time after time and
says,
'what is mine is all your's'.

She,
adores breakfast in bed,she
lightens my head.
I am led into the whirl
she's the girl that
moves on me
slowly.

Each day breaks anew when
she wakes and says,
'good morning you'
and
runs her hands
through my hair.
I love her being her with
that smile that says,
dare me,
She
moves on me
slowly.