Albion

For her. She knows who she is.

With trembling trepidation,
I want to tell you how I feel.

With your China doll skin,
Your fiery locks flowing, framing your alabaster skin,
Those luscious lips I long to taste.

My heart hurts to think to hold you,
The one I will always cherish,

I want to watch the rhythmic rise and fall,
Of the bedsheets of the bed we share,
Feel the pulse of your heart beat against mine.

The electric tingle as my fingers caress your cheek,
As you take me to Albion and beyond

I want to tell you to not let go.
I'm between the moon and where you are.
I know I can't be far.