Like fairies dancing in the wind,
the water lilies open in the stream.
The rushing water slows.
like a whisper to my soul.
The soft breeze tickles my skin,
how can this be the most forbidden sin?
The soft pulse beneath my lips faster,
the soft murmur in my ears like alabaster.
Gentle hands and glistening eyes.
caressing skins with a never-said goodbye.
The moon's soft light reaches your smile,
and my heart knows this is no lie