By heart Song
Date: 21 August 1998

Passionate

Your burning caresses ignite my soul,
All my fears fade, what's next I don't know.
Smoldering eyes, the heat of your kiss.
Your wandering hands
not a spot do they miss,
trailing a path of fire down my back.
In your wisdom of love
you leave nothing to lack.
Lean me back gently,
torture me slow.
Make me call out your name.
Claim my soul.
Until blazing glory
we're at passions relm.
Then torture me slowly...
Again and again.