wrap your arms around me
touch my skin
like this
just like this
the press of bodies
is the language of our tenderness

chorus:
let your hands voice their desire
let them speak from your touch to mine
mouths can hardly kiss like this
or this
kiss me, Beatrice

will you come and follow me?
your turn now
kneel close
oh so close
the trace of fingers
calms my body of its weariness

chorus repeats

you can come inside
press your hands deeper
with hands so warm
we can feel the heat
oh my god how it feels
needing more heat
needing you inside
all night

pierre lou├┐s, adapted by donna di novelli

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