She looks at me through eyes that say,
"I want you, want you ev'ry day".
She touches me with hands that do
caress body and soul, it's true.
When she speaks with a voice so soft,
I taste the words and hold them oft.
I smell the flavors of her hair,
stimulating my senses bare.
Sensual, sensuous, those lips,
they whisper love on fingertips.
Eyes searching, seeking, finding,
tactile carousel, it's blinding.
I hear her, feel her, smell, and see,
can taste her, want her, need, yes, me.
An overload on my senses,
she's destroyed all my defenses.
The wall gone. The blocks are scattered.
I've known no woman who's mattered
as much as she's important to me
as my own hand, there's only "We".
'lectrifying touch, I tremble.
Ten-thousand volts it does resemble.
My senses explode one by one,
she won't let up until I'm done.
Music is "Sometimes" (When We Touch)
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