In perfect solitude, where I find deep satisfaction
Your face haunts and binds me to abstraction
With nameless utopian dreams that come painlessly
Your memory remains and satisfies me shamelessly

While you turn to look at me nude in all my glory
Enthralling mental pictures are what I live for, an idyllic love story
And as I draw a weak breath, it delights me to know
That you, too, might feel this way.. although

Dreams are wildest in their highest vibration,
Like fulfilled desires are only true in a loving foundation,
Where love is rare, not blind, but conscious and real,
In a life where it becomes the ultimate ordeal

And as you caress this body with a light and timid touch
I never really knew desire so much
With eyes that pierce beyond any layer of doubt
And where dreams live free, raw, and wild throughout