steel on velvet
silk on stone
sun-warmed leather set against chrome
you're a contrast to what I've become
no one has touched me like you
red horizon at days end
brushing scarlet over your skin
blushing places I long to kiss
no one has touched me like you
You in my arms, breathless and sure
a barefoot ballet on a bare hardwood floor
so much in sync, it seems that we barely move
no one has touched me like you
white lace curtain open wide
single candle, trembling light
my bold passion suddenly shy
no one has touched me like you
no one has touched me like you
like you
