Holding Hands

Give me your hand,

tonite, we sail away.

We’ll travel across lands

above beaches and bays

over forests, night and day.

Give me your hand,

I promise to take care,

I will not hurt you

I will not dare.

Give me your arm,

soft and smooth,

I’ll polish your skin,

from head to foot.

Give me your back,

I’ll touch it slow,

so you don’t know

when the fuck I’m gone.

Give me your head,

your red lips,

I’ll kiss them roughly

I’ll mark them tips.

Give me your fingers,

cross them with mine,

cause tonite’s our’s to spend

we’ll go to heaven and be back in a jiffy

I’ll make you enjoy it, terrific.

I’ll bond our bodies tonite,

keep you smile, happy,

as long you’re mine.