I flow through you.
Inside and out of you.
Filling my cup with the
totality of your passion.
Through the wishing well
of devotion
I am captured.
Flying as if I was made
of aeroplane metal.
My
song is your name and
my dream is your hand,
holding mine, an echo
of my love for you.
I flow inside and out of
your silence,
around and about your
words.
Every song I hear
somehow is a vision
of you.
Intoxicated.
I feel as if every
wine bottle on the planet
has filled me.
I am full.
No room for anyone else.
No desire to be with
any other woman.
I flow through you.
Inside and out of you.
And in every way
you surround me.