The Rapture of Love

Pleasures, treasures, elegance, and envy, the rapture so sweet

The mere thought of your kisses, the bliss of the thrill, I fall to pieces

Like the naked sun, beaming bright, the rays warm my skin, and touch my soul

The birds in their flight, they soar, and find the world from above, its beauty

Fair thee not, love me strong, for the rapture, of your hands, touching me

Gives me the purest, of pleasure, none, could ever know

For you carry me, to the next level, where I can hardly dream, its delight

The sensual ecstasy of your body, wrapped tightly to mine

The rapture of love, has taken me to another level, where we meet in flight

I shatter to think, not having these moments, with you

I ravish, in all, that I rapture