| In The Little House And Other Tales Of Love On 29th St. |
| Oh my… Your beauty took my breath away I wanted to shelter you forever Under the umbrella of my love I pulled you close to me And ran my hand across you The gentle sweep of your curves The look in your eyes The sparkle The fire Made me want to hold you Until our flesh merged as one We undressed… Me you You me Us both Together Trembling Fumbling You were my Stradivarius I was your Guarneri We were a matched pair of Amati's We became the virtuosi We played solos We played duets We played crescendos Then we played again And again And then once more We played till your vessel was filled And my fountain was dry Then we collapsed Onto each other Into each other Then we slept The sleep of lovers And we dreamed Of other concerts On other days Again And again |
