You ran your fingers through my hair
And lightning flashed through my veins,
There are glowing embers in your eyes
Burning wildly with passion,
Your lips are full, bloomed like a wild rose
Your hands on my wrist are hot and tender,
Gripping tight, picking secrets from my pulse.
You are a king,
You are a god that creates love and magic,
You are here looking into my soul
Searching for my truth,
And am here waiting to be kissed.
You are the best of the best,
For you live for truth alone,
Sacred vows you roll like thunders
From the tip of your tongue,
Wildvisions you paint, with the touch of your hands,
You won't kiss a rose unless it promise to bloom,
You won't caress the sun unless it promise to shine,
You won't kiss me unless I tell you my sacred secrets,
And I will, my wild one, my god of gods,
For truth is my only key to your love,
I am woman, there is a temple in me,
In which I dwell in secret with thousands of candles burning,
Passion simmering and naked angels longing to soar free with love
And am here waiting for the truth that can make me whole
Whatever vow you make, I will worship, this I swear.
