Far beyond coffee in the morning,
And a night on the town.
I need eyes looking at me as if
There is no one else on earth.
Words to tell me why, I have been chosen
from all the rest.
I need caresses, love notes,
An arm locked in mine.
Fingers on my face.
Hands brushing past my breasts,
I need a love that can endure
By Dora
December 14th 1999
