Silent wisdom consumes me,
As I think about my life,
As I dream of one sweet love,
That I will make my wife.
I want to make her happy,
Bring smiles upon her face,
Run my tongue across her body,
Like sweet Venetian lace.
Then I'll light some candles,
So the room might have some light,
And then I'll rub her body,
'til every muscle feels just right.
Next I'll run some water,
Make it, as hot as it can be,
And then climbs in my baby,
the last ingredient is me.
I'll wash her hair quite softly,
Make it as smooth as it can be,
And then I scrub her body,
From her head down to her knees.
Next I think I'll dry her,
every inch the eye can see,
And then if I am lucky,
she'll dry every inch of me.
Now the night is almost over,
There's only one thing left to do,
If I were like any other man,
I'd make sweet love to you.
But like other men I'm not,
And I will never be,
That's why, in the end,
My sweet love, will be with me.
