As I stand upon the sandy shore,
I yearn to drink the slow throbs nectar more,
Of your waves, that gently lap and play,
And soothe my soul, in a languid way.

In the depths of your melodic sighs, where harmony & desire entwine,
I find myself lost in the agony of your wet lips, a sweet wine.
The spoondrift of your breath, a gentle caress, whispers secrets in my ear,
As the season of passion awakens, & I crave to drink & hold you dear.

In the slow throb of your musical waves, I find a rhythm that's mine,
A nectar that flows like honey, sweet and divine.
Let me drink the melody of your love, and let my soul be free,
In the harmony of our hearts, where our love can be.

In the stillness of the night, when the stars align
Our love becomes the music, that the universe does design
A celestial harmony, that echoes through the years,
A love that's timeless, and wipes away all tears.

When the moon's silver glow does softly shine,
I let the waves' sweet whispers be mine,
Let me drink the slow throb nectar of your waves,
And let my soul be bathed in your gentle caves.

In the depths of your ocean, I'd like to be,
Where the waves caress me, wild and free,
Let me drink the slow throb nectar of your waves,
And let my soul be nourished by your gentle caves.

Let me drink your sweet voice all the time,
A melody that echoes, sublime,
A symphony that whispers low,
Of secrets kept, and stories to bestow.

In your sweet voice, I'd like to reside,
Where every word is music, & every tone is my guide,
So let me drink your sweet voice all the time,
And let my heart be filled with the rhythm of your rhyme.

In this blue of your eyes, a misty dew resides,
A tunefulness of soaked lips, a symphony hides,
The sorrow of burning slowly, a tale unfolds,
Oh spoondrift, let me drink, for this is the season to hold.

In your blue eyes, I see a world of blue,
Where the dew of your tears is the only thing that's true,
Let me drink the dew from your blue eyes,
A reflection of the morning's gentle surprise.

As a sparkle that shines like diamonds bright,
And illuminates the darkest of nights,
When the morning dew does gently fall,
I'll kiss the dew from your blue eyes' wall.

And when the night's dark veil does softly creep,
I'll taste the melody of your wet lips' sleep.
Let me drink the melody of your wet lips,
And let my soul be wrapped in your sweet tips.

So let me drink the melody of your wet lips,
A harmony that my heart can't resist,
A rhythm that beats like a drum in my chest,
And fills my soul with a love that's at...