Hold my hand and follow me,
To the land where I long to be,
Pamper me with passion, I mean,
For we were truly meant to dream.

Hold my hand,
To the love land,
Playing in the sands,
Where our bodies understand.

Hold my wrist,
Pull me to your chest,
Let me feel your heartbeat,
Counting each intoxicating beat.

Hold my hand and my waist,
Let’s dance in the fire,
Moving slow and sweet,
As we feed our desire.

Let kisses fill the mist,
Let our breaths intertwine,
As fingers trace my skin,
In this moment, you are mine.

Call me honey,
I’ll call you bunny,
Let’s lose ourselves,
In this ecstasy, so sunny.

As the stars ignite our night,
We’ll explore every height,
With whispers soft and low,
Letting our true passions flow.

So why don’t you hold my hand—
And take me to the love land, honey?