Sand sifting gently through my fingers, A dedicated time ‘til my body lingers. Oh, to know the smell of the center of your hand, To see into those eyes - To feel those sighs.
Sometimes I don’t think I can wait But then it’s too late. How can all this be real When I’ve not even a finger to feel? Visions of heart – remembering soul – Up to now that is all that I know. I'm lost in this moment, Chained to the sweet torment. Inside a fire is burning Hotter than hell – so full of yearning.
Maybe the wrong place - Maybe the wrong time.
Is it a crime To watch the sand as it falls? Measuring time ‘til my body lingers And I have you - lost in my fingers.
There is no such thing as time until you find love.