And I twist your neck with my words,
Pull your eyes into mine,
I silence your fluttering apologies,
And snow them down,
With the song of mine!
Silence! The place should be,
And that’s the rule! I sigh.
To wake up the lover in you,
To draw in the room, the flames of romance!
Our eyes meet, a few times,
Hidden beneath the skin of shyness!
A sweet drink of tea would be nice,
I say as I bring the kettle,
A kiss of ours would suffice,
He replies!
