Looking Out My Window

Your lips are as red as a rose
As soft as silk the curve of your body
Gives me a reason to travel
The Swaying of your hips is like,
The swaying of tall grass in the breeze.

In the summer heat with my windows open
I feel a light breeze touching my body
Like your soft touch and wanting more
For I thirst for your love.

And touch with every heartbeat as one
With sweat like a steam engine unstoppable,
Knocking objects out-of-the-way
With uncontrollable force.

And when the steam engine stops
Or run out of steam, that's when we rest
And have our sweet dreams
Until then I'll be waiting,
By my window waiting for that breeze.