I love to pass my fingers,
Through the strands of your hair,
Dark as night that screens the naked moon.
I love to stare in that face,
Those eyes, clear and ocean-blue,
Speaking peace even on the battlefield.
I love to adore those lips,
To kiss them while you're asleep,
'cos they are perfectly shaped for love.
I love to feel your skin,
Soft, smooth and creamy milk-like,
Tastes like unadulterated honey.
I love to watch you undress,
Layer after layer, eager to see,
That my woman has those feminine contours.
I love to hold you close while pulling you closer,
Nibbling at your ear and whispering sweet love,
To show the world how proud I am that you're mine.
For I am jealous and passionate,
And would want it to be known that,
No greater love had woman from man,
Than the one I feel for you.
