He wakes and turns and sees a face and then, his heart, it starts to race.
For what he sees is you my dear and as he blinks his eyes come clear,
And looking back is your sweet face and once again his heart does race.
Your eyes are open and softly stare, it beats again because you’re there.
Then he feels your gentle touch; he feels the warmth he loves so much.
You move still closer, pull him near. He moves to you, the meaning clear.
He smiles at you and then a kiss. The signal clear, too hard to miss.
So then you kiss and kiss again. He moves to you, the meaning plain.
You feel a hand upon your breast, you reach and touch his hairy chest.
Now quite awake, he pulls you near. He moves to you, the meaning clear.
You touch, he touches, another kiss. The signal clear, too hard to miss.
A tight embrace, the moment won, for you both know that you’ll be one.
Fingers wander, his gentle touch; you feel the warmth you love so much.
And all so wet and hot to touch; he feels the warmth he loves so much.
You feel him in, a gentle thrust, so slow, so slow, too good to rush.
Another touch, another kiss, heaven sent, a time of bliss.
You feel his warmth, the moment done. A tight embrace, the moment come.
And still you kiss, and kiss again. The message clear, the message plain.
To wake and turn and see your face, to touch and feel your warm embrace.
The moment great, the moment true; make love, and love, my love is you.