In the dark evening by the light
Of a single candle flickering
she played her acoustic and sang
Her voice good and true
to the depths of her heart and soul

Her set to her desires
Her attention back to me from
her fingers flowing on the frets
her eyes gaze into mine with
soft heat
her words take me
in her embrace

Songs she shares
speak of journeys and lovers
Desperate men in dark hours

She lays her insturment aside
and says the hour is late
offers me my place in her bed

with a soul as beautifull as her form
she lay with me
and sated more than my weary soul
lillacs and lillies abound