My hand runs through your dark hair
My arms wrap around your slim waist
Kisses and touch without care
Loving the way our lips taste
It's with thoughts of you that I dream
Making love to you in the rain
Your skin on mine creates steam
Yet I ponder all this in vain
If time were mine to command
Decisions would be made again
So we could walk on the sand
Yes, things would be much different then...