beat...tempo...impulse...

It takes over the soul,
Butterflies roll,
Tossing and turning,
Fussing and yearning.

You put the,"mmmmmmm" in yeah,
the "uh-huh" in oh,
and the "schhhh" in baby you soooo fine.

The beat of love,
The tempo of romance,
The impulse in passion.

Together you and I could never be,
but in our minds we know that
he and she got nothing on we.

Our hands tease and glide into secrecy
a heated union
a journey to be explored.

Never alone in fear we'd give into the urge
to ignite what is the glances, touches and sighs.

The beat of love,
The tempo of romance,
The impulse in passion.

With each shift of your body
you manipulate the need for out lips to meet...
within an instance
a fire spins as you steal that silent hello.

In no time our lives intertwine
a moments bliss an innocent kiss.

What is it between you and I?

With a slip of the tongue,
a slide of the lips,
you mumble a wish into the air.

Is it what it is -
a quick fuck a meaningless bliss.

Gemma
Spring 2004