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