Brushing my fingers in Gold,
The smell of your hair reaches my nostrils...
Captured by your ocean
Your eyes are like ancient fossils.
Bound to discover what makes them roll back,
Just by my finger tips the blood rushes to a divine mass.
Extacsy!
Extacsy!
As I heard for the first time your consuming Laugh.
If this what Love is why do all these Men chase ***?