We would dance the steps of lust.
If only we had the time
We would sing the songs of ardor.
If only we had the time
We would paint the daubs of desire.
If only we had the time.
These words are sad and drear.
Our steps would stir our souls
As we whirled into ecstasy.
Our songs would melt our hearts
As we caroled words of love.
Our daubs would thrill our minds
As we limned our dreams of joy.
Our touches would join our lives
If only we had the time.
Now is the time,
If only we make the time.
Now is the time to kiss your lips,
Entangling tongues in rapturous bliss.
Now is the time to touch your breasts,
Arousing nipples in tender caress.
Now is the time to fondle your slit,
Fingering moist and dripping delight.
Now is the time to lick my ear,
Sending shivers into my spine.
Now is the time to grip me tight,
Pressing your body to mine.
Now is the time to stroke my cock,
Making it hard and ready to use.
Now is the time,
So let’s make the time.
Let’s make the time
To love.