I smile the biggest of wicked grins
As we tempt fate with the biggest sins
You and I, eye to eye
Tasting, touching, letting fly
No script written for what we do
It all comes naturally, improv et tu
Longing becomes loving, loving hell bent
For worth we both know, our souls spent
So I smile wickedly, as do you
Thus swelling our hearts for being true
Living the dream
Amongst the ancient trees
Of your wildest of wests
Who could of thought
You’d happen to me
That I’d get to see
The sights that I’ve seen
My face lifts
To look into your eyes
I fall deeper
Deeper than the bay
I rise higher
Than the tower in which we play
Who could of imagined
That dreams DO come true
No not even I
That was, til I met you
I want to photograph you clothed.
I want to photograph you nude.
I want to capture you in every mood.
I want to picture you in the sunset.
I want to picture you at dawn.
I want to see you in every light with flora and fawn.
You are the beauty.
You are the piece of art.
You are what I’d capture as you’ve captured my heart.