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