I can hear your heartbeat in the night as your pulse begins to race. I feel the heat of your flesh and tenderness of your touch. Your voice echos in my head like a lulliby sung from heaven
Each time I dream of you I think, sadly you’ll never know the touch of my hand or feel the sound of my voice, softness of my lips or strength in touch.
Sing me a love song composed of whispers and dream and I’ll build us a life of heavenly things and gossemer strings Angels wings and devilish things. Only as your heart desires. Whispers my love become amazing things so becareful my love to which way your whispers sings.