I remember, sometime in the past, that taste in my mouth of my lover’s flesh
That moment you wake and find you’re not alone and smile
That hand, that caress when it’s still dark and quiet
Tracing the line of someone’s back in the low light
Kissing a neck in the middle of the night
I remember lying in bed, my arm dead from holding you, your head on my chest
But I’d find a way to love the pins and needles and the cramp
Because tonight I won’t let go, my heart is full and loud
And I’ll learn to savour your hair up my nose and in my mouth
But it’s ok, it’s alright, I’ll be smiling till I pass out
I remember kissing and being kissed, sometimes pausing to catch a breath
Standing in a summer shower, giggling like we’re both pissed
But we hadn’t had a drink, unless there’s vodka in the rain
It’s just endorphins dancing like Gene Kelly on cocaine
We need a place to go so we can finish this passion play
I remember the touch of a hand and a glance telling of needs and wants
Of slipping away from people and finding a hiding place
A drive to a dark industrial estate or a walk into the trees of a quiet park
Then a fumble and a rush to the end to ignite that spark
The ultimate foreplay leading to a night of kisses and laughs
I remember the moans and gasps, the discovery of secret places
Sounds of sex and sensual play, and those involuntary sighs
Paying attention, following subtle suggestions
The beauty of the start of intimate connections
And he journey is far more fun than the destination
So let’s not rush, let’s not rush… ok now rush and… sparks, who doesn’t like fireworks
