I love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with a wild desire. I love your eyes when the lovelight lies, lit with passionate fire. I love your skin when the warm white flesh touches mine in a fond embrace. I love your hair when the strands enmesh your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold calm kiss of virgin's bloodless love. Not for me the saints will bless, nor the heart of a spotless dove. But give me the love that freely gives and laughs at the whole world's blame. With your body so young and warm in my heart, it sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet lips still fragrant with ruby wine. And say with fever boor of the South that your body and soul be mine. Then pull me close and hold me tight as the pale stars shine above, And we'll live our whole young lives away in the joy of a living love......
Not for me the cold calm kiss of virgin's bloodless love. Not for me the saints will bless, nor the heart of a spotless dove. But give me the love that freely gives and laughs at the whole world's blame. With your body so young and warm in my heart, it sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet lips still fragrant with ruby wine. And say with fever boor of the South that your body and soul be mine. Then pull me close and hold me tight as the pale stars shine above, And we'll live our whole young lives away in the joy of a living love......