In the absence of innocense Passion awakes Warm and intense Everything becomes a myth And our myth becomes everything Wrapped in bare arms My heart quickens to no end The friction of our working bodies takes my breath My breasts moisten as your mouth embraces them Moving faster and deeper Turning to change our moans And develope them into screams of rapture Your hands swimming across my back And the brush of our lips Brings me that much closer to Euphoria My pulse thickens and every vein pounds Each...