Listening to our own song

Listening to the rain, that sing his own song,
while I  snuggle more up into the arms where I belong,
inhale your sweet fragrance and enjoy your softly kiss,
that touch my lips delightful overwhelmed through sweet bliss.

Listening to the heartbeat, that sing his own song,
embody the tense in this moment of fiery effusion,
emanate from our love that emancipate the promised way,
follow you in harmony, while we slowly drift away.

Listening to the love, that sing our own song,
accompany through mischievous hum of this love composition,
while temptation is the baton in this moment of confluence,
hue rhythm and emphasize rhyme inspire our lovedance.

Listening to the passions, that sing our own song,
while we consume our juicy fruit with intensive concentration,
tasting the delightful sweetness all covered with sweet love,
losing every sense, losing control, wild passions coming above.

Listening to the breathe, that sing our own song,
gloatingly united from thence reconnaissance along,
we step over the border embraced through heavenly light,
passions take over and illuminate our night.

Listening to the silence, that sing his own song,
while I rest into your arms, the place where I belong,
feeling such a cozy comfort, endeared by the love from you,
And I will tell you over and over, that I still love you too.