My Dying Bride

The honey of romance, so sweet for us
Through swaying grass we run in arms, just us
The honey of romance, our treat to us
These arms I fold around you.
It's just us.
Your charms so rare
My flesh laid bare
In arms we dare
I will kiss her mouth and her dark eyes
Lose myself freely in her dark eyes
Fall right through her soul, her mind, her skies
Our limbs entwined
Then comes our minds
It's hope we find
The red lips of her mouth - they call to me
Her mind is mine
Her flesh my kind
Warm, soft, smooth, mine!
I lack for nought
Her mind welcomes my thoughts
Entering the dark, so close, entwined
We drift away to nothing
And no-one will find
Within our arms we sleep deeply
I pull her close to me, near me, into me.