The soft smell of your summer hair,
The distant silver moon,
A walk beside a starry sea
Along a sandy dune —
My arm around your curving waist,
As yours encircles me,
And I’m as full as any man
Could ever hope
To be
Other People's Feelings
The soft smell of your summer hair,
The distant silver moon,
A walk beside a starry sea
Along a sandy dune —
My arm around your curving waist,
As yours encircles me,
And I’m as full as any man
Could ever hope
To be