Lithe limbs that only a dancer possesses,
A heart glowing with passion and fire,
Golden hair that flows and caresses,
Eyes alight with fervent desire;
By the light of sweet candles and embers
Your body calls me, it speaks and commands,
It yearns for my own, it remembers
The homage of lips and of hands
. And one day when the roses have faded,
You may feel a sweet tingle below.
. . We can cuddle even closer that way
Lithe limbs that only a dancer possesses,
A heart glowing with passion and fire,
Golden hair that flows and caresses,
Eyes alight with fervent desire;
By the light of sweet candles and embers
Your body calls me, it speaks and commands,
It yearns for my own, it remembers
The homage of lips and of hands
. And one day when the roses have faded,
You may feel a sweet tingle below.
. . We can cuddle even closer that way
Lithe limbs that only a dancer possesses,
A heart glowing with passion and fire,
Golden hair that flows and caresses,
Eyes alight with fervent desire;
By the light of sweet candles and embers
Your body calls me, it speaks and commands,
It yearns for my own, it remembers
The homage of lips and of hands
. And one day when the roses have faded,
You may feel a sweet tingle below.
. . We can cuddle even closer that way
Boy Is Spoiled