She's the first drop of rain on my tongue in the desert

She's the shade tree that spares me from the open skied sunbursts

She's the log on the fire that crackles and glows brightly

She's that drink you desire by the fire you need nightly

She's the sugar in my coffee that sweetens my morning

She's the fantasy in my dreams that makes me so *****

She's the desire that somehow showed up without warning