The cold, damp wave breaks my peace
Fingers rummage through layers of woven sheets
No trace of you, coerces my lids to open
Neither a note left behind, nor a word spoken
Wrapped in mink, belted with arms so numb
Barely able to step, but to my thirst, I succumb
I trace you, seated by the pane, on moist mahogany,
Soaking into the beauty of dawn
A sigh tells me I'm home again
At peace, to have you near
An about-face and I have your attention
Your bass voice...echoes loud and clear
I lose guard, give in to instinct
Taking a part of you, sharing more
As I let your hands paint a million emotions
On my canvas...from bare to sore
Fingers rummage through layers of woven sheets
No trace of you, coerces my lids to open
Neither a note left behind, nor a word spoken
Wrapped in mink, belted with arms so numb
Barely able to step, but to my thirst, I succumb
I trace you, seated by the pane, on moist mahogany,
Soaking into the beauty of dawn
A sigh tells me I'm home again
At peace, to have you near
An about-face and I have your attention
Your bass voice...echoes loud and clear
I lose guard, give in to instinct
Taking a part of you, sharing more
As I let your hands paint a million emotions
On my canvas...from bare to sore
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