When I caress your mocha skin
we combine to make milk chocolate dew
My contours fit yours exactly
A puzzle done by very few
It matters not that it\'s snowing
Our heat will keep us warm
Our hands linked together
Pure sweet romantic form
My heart pounds as you trace
my alabaster form with your fingers
The scent of you is stuck in
my brain and the musk lingers
I\'m simply lost in you, that
dimpled grin gives me reason to smile
Because we\'re leaving this behind
Going away on a trip for a while.