On the breath of a whisper, you are everywhere.
In my thoughts you wander, through deep seeded dreams.
Through ageless imagination, through moonlight beams.
True is the feeling of sweet innocence,
of daydreams and moonbeams and sweet peppermint.
Like fine wine you go down smooth, intoxicating.
My body aches, it hungers, while patiently waiting.
Come to me soft breezes, come to me now...
blow on my neck, brush past me somehow.
