Down the winding staircase into the water
It was a dream I had dreamt before
It was your hands that cupped my face
As the voice of purity pours threw the room
And I can feel your hands exploring me
Hands of the guiding voice
To the tickling bubbles
That washed over me
I see the desire in your eyes
It drives me harder
Takes me father than I would dare go
It’s a hunger I cannot subside
No mater how much I consume
The coveting feeling continues to grow
The rocking sensation
In the morning light
As I am back in the river
The hands guiding me
The sensation of you

12/03/2003