You make me feel, ooo, ahh, wait a minute, let me stop.
When I think of your hands caressing my body, it makes me want to pop,
like a champagne bottled being opened.
We make love in our minds, without words being spoken.
When our eyes connect, our soul conspires, it ignites a hot, burning, unquenchable fire, that can only be turned in, to be turned out,
by the waves of ectasy, all because i want you and you want me.
Let's make it last from sun up to sunset. My soul is burning, and we havent even gotten started yet. Volcanoes erupting into rythmic flows and expressions of ooh and aahhs. How do you do the things that you do, that makes me want to run on hot coals just to get to you.
Oh, you do what you do so well, I cant even begin to tell, or descibe the feeling that you cause me, to feel in the depths and wells of my soul.
Oh, the connection, the inception of waterfalls exuding from our bodies, when we stop. OHH, Ahh. Ooooooooooo AAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.