When my lover folds me in his essence
When my lover folds me in his essence,
The cold world halts to witness my healing.
His balm’s like the satin touch of honey,
That sings, “Caress” as it soothes all harm.
The cold world halts to witness my healing.
His balm’s like the satin touch of honey,
That sings, “Caress” as it soothes all harm.
In his arms, all of life seems worth the while,
As the world’s unrest tumbles to the ground.
The heavens open to receive my praise
For the gifts I find in my lover’s touch.
As the world’s unrest tumbles to the ground.
The heavens open to receive my praise
For the gifts I find in my lover’s touch.
Flawless fearless fall into what’s pristine,
Rapture that ignites and delights senses,
That excites angels and incites pleasure
That has never been conceived by mortals.
Rapture that ignites and delights senses,
That excites angels and incites pleasure
That has never been conceived by mortals.
In my lover’s arms is the grace of God
Gifted to me only -- gracious am I.
Gifted to me only -- gracious am I.
Gracious am I.
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