I want to make you happy every day
I want to wake to nothing but your kiss
I want to be the reason that you say:
“I’ve never felt my goosebumps quite like this.
Come take me now; this prelude needs to end!”
I’ll take you, and your goosebumps will conclude
The “little death” will triumph and extend
The pleasure of a well-timed interlude
Extending the expressions of my heart
By making love is what I want to do
Your goosebumps are the signal at the start
Of feelings when I’m all alone with you.
I want your happiness to be extreme
And making love with you, a waking dream!