When is Now
It is now that when this moment
Will become our past in time
And it is up to us to own it
Before it's just a thought of mine
As I lay here right before you
On my throne of satin sheets
There's just one thing I implore to
Right before you're off your feet
To just lay yourself upon me
While the candle feeds a flame
By a flask of perignon we
Will just pour to place and blame
So that as our lips come closer
I will taste upon your breath
Every sip that led composure
Until there's obviously none left
When your hair begins to drape me
I'll just move behind one ear
Till only air is what's escaping
From a kiss we use to fear ...
Terry