Dancing aroung the camp fire.
Listing to the sound of the world

Spinning around and around.
Just to fall to the ground.

Laugh on the grass that is cold.
But you keep me warm, making you gold.

We tell stories about love and loss.
And talk about how we don't give a toss.

I turn my head so I see your eyes.
And see the inner depth of your souls lies.

You tell me you wish you could freeze time.
That for it to go on it would be a crime.

Then you place your hand on my cheek.
Making my knees feel weak.

I place my hands against your chest.
Knowing this is the only place I can rest.

We lean in together.
Wanting each other.

Then I feel your soft lips.
And your hand move to my hips.

And I pull you closer to me.
Because you make me feel free.

You pull back just a bit.
And pull me in your lap, were we sit.

Brush a piece of hair from my face.
And speak softly about this beautiful place.

And the you say.
You wish you could take it away.

But at home there is enough beauty to see.
When you look up and see me.