Shooting Star

This dreamlike creature beside me in bed
With long golden tresses and lips of red

Eyes like blue sapphires and skin like satin
All packaged up in a womanly wrapping

She raises her body as we both breathe as one
She caresses my face, the passion's begun

There's no turning back on this magical ride
We ascend ever skyward, we're burning inside

We explode with emotion enveloped in love
As we ride on a zephyr to the heavens above

A crescendo, a shooting star, we rest on a cloud
Proclaiming our love and devotion aloud