November 8, 1995

The sound of your voice sends shivers down my spine.
As we come together, everything seems so divine.
Listening ot the rain drops dripping on the tin, I clench on tighter, touching skin to skin.
As the lightning strikes, and the thunder roars, I slowly move down and unzip your drawers.
What a surprise, as we look into eachothers eyes.
Making passionate love, we feel as if we're flying high above - like two beautiful doves.
When it comes to an end, we fly back down, and in a few minutes, the process begins again.