Let me make a home on
the miracle of Your body.

i can find everything i need
here to live and survive...

i'll make this home on
The picturesque land
of Your shoulder...

There will be summer home
a small cottage
on Your other shoulder.

Working day and night,
i'll plant the trees of kisses
and flowers of warmth
on the so fertile land
of Your meaty thighs...

Whenever i'm hungry,
i'll make that climb high
on Your two mountains;

Alternating between them
each day
and eat
and swallow
The golden-brown fruits
at their peaks...

When i'm thirsty,
i'll make that long walk,
on Your glistening skin...