If I touch your rosen cheek, if I pour your golden hair upon my face to bury it in brilliant glow, if I place the lips of yours upon my own and leave them there forevermore, if I press my finger now to your neck of silk to begin an endless journey down your side unbridling all to bare beauty to behold, if I told you what I see, if I told how it makes me feel, you would think me crazed and amazingly your thoughts be true, so lean your head on pillow blue and I shall make love to all of you, then afterwards again and again.