A Woman
The touch of your lips destroyed my composure,
They sealed me and mailed me away.
Your fragrance still lingers on bed sheets of satin
Like tears on some crystalline tray –
And I'm dying to get to know you better.
The mark of a woman is something inside
That's deep in the middle of play.
The serious side is a passage of wonder
That absorbs me and blows me away.
And I'd like to get to know you better.
Oh yes I'd like to get to know you better.
Yes, I'd like it – I can tell.
But I am meek –
You see I'm weak in the knees over you.
God over you.
The delicate touch of your skin goes right through me
Like perfume goes through the air.
Your long wisps of sighs like some virtue discarded –
Like hands running fast through your hair.
The way you are moving now -
In a way I never knew you.
The way you are writhing now –
What things at last subdue you --
It's all up to you.
What will you do?
The look on your face on a morning so chosen
Is destined to make me aware
By mid-afternoon that something has happened,
And I send out my thoughts to you there –
To tell you each time
Gets better.
Gets better.
They sealed me and mailed me away.
Your fragrance still lingers on bed sheets of satin
Like tears on some crystalline tray –
And I'm dying to get to know you better.
The mark of a woman is something inside
That's deep in the middle of play.
The serious side is a passage of wonder
That absorbs me and blows me away.
And I'd like to get to know you better.
Oh yes I'd like to get to know you better.
Yes, I'd like it – I can tell.
But I am meek –
You see I'm weak in the knees over you.
God over you.
The delicate touch of your skin goes right through me
Like perfume goes through the air.
Your long wisps of sighs like some virtue discarded –
Like hands running fast through your hair.
The way you are moving now -
In a way I never knew you.
The way you are writhing now –
What things at last subdue you --
It's all up to you.
What will you do?
The look on your face on a morning so chosen
Is destined to make me aware
By mid-afternoon that something has happened,
And I send out my thoughts to you there –
To tell you each time
Gets better.
Gets better.
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Writer(s): Michael Kelley
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