Natasha brings me kisses
in the moonlight..
She kneels above me..
silk upon my skin..
I reach for her..
and I can feel her heartbeat..
Beneath her breast
so heavy in my hand..
The rain is..
running rivers on my window..
And shimmers..
on the streetlights down below..
She's happy..
when I hold her in the shadows..
And whispers of a life
I've never known..
And will you dance..
Natasha dance for me..
Because I want to feel
the passion in your soul..
And when you dance..
will you tell me in a story..
The joy and pain
of living in your world..
And with the light
I wake up in the morning..
And she has gone..
it must have been a dream,
And then I see the roses
on my pillow..
And now I know
that she will come again..
And she will dance..
Natasha dance for me..
Again I want to feel the passion
in your soul..
And when you move,
will you show me in a story..
The joy and pain of living
in your world..
Natasha dance for me.........
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