I long to be held 

And kissed by her lips

I long to be carried 

And held to her cold breast


I long to be free

For her to appear 

For her offer her hand to me

For us to disappear 


Her cold lips to my cheek

Can’t come soon enough 

Her sweet release 

Would be the sweetest thing 


I’d worship at your alter

I’d pray to you every day

I’d love you so purely 

For you to kiss my tears away