Was it a million miles when I smelled your scent? It was late a night, when I clung to your breast.Or was it the day I fell into you hot burning, like the naked sun as we explorer the roar of the ocean. Then my hands and fingers dance in your hair with the passion, of a romantic torn ballet.We brushed against one other, with me knowing your touch never to scar me. As we roll around in the sheets, as I embrace your lips for more.