something has come over me,
i am so flushed
for when i see you come to me,
i now blush
why is it after all these years,
my blood has become rushed?
and i am like putty in your hands,
all made of mush
i love you like nothing else,
never will i hush
our lives which were quite spartan and bare,
will soon be plush
lay together in silk bedsheets we shall,
while our bodies touch