The soft gentle press of your lips
The touch of your hands
My hands through your hair
The gentle curve of your neck and say hi
There are days of ice
Only the slow sight trapped
Warmth melting
But nothing but sorrow is freed
Hold
Hold on
Touch with you and your gone through the past Into a new sun
Was wondering how you can be achieved, but I want you as one cast of my heart
that you can and indeed should be able to say all
I am consumed by you
consumed by the need of you
spill into me
know what you meant to be
maybe we can
Pelgris 