Her voice is the serenade that calms the flames of my soul. Can't quell
wildfire with just water. I want her to sing to me, her song is her
passion.
My passion is her reaction to our minds vast attraction.
Can I
keep your attention with pretty words?
Let me be the lyrics of your
masterpiece as I kiss your body until you release.
Release control.
Release all your stress and I'll be the reason you hit the high note.
You're a star and I just want to bask in your radiance before and after
you share your warmth with the world.
They may have you, but I know you.
They'll tell you, I'll show you.
So before you go, you're not got yet.
So I guess you're still my Songstress.
Sing for me?
