Another Side...

Truth wasnt the one my love,
was that under the sheets we share,
this light kisses night gives to every lover,
lover of the shiny moon in our eyes.
This was a long road to feel,
started while pleasure used to wear silk,
grew a little when incitement played the right cords...

It was that, wasnt it?
The way you stare,
to move and dare,
to yearn for my hands on this nerves or yours...
Patience is a game of the past,
eagerness is our meal in passion,
in poisoned moanings,
yet you can believe am still a virgin,
how fool thinking baby,
that doesnt mean I'll be gentle...