Young squire leave me not on the shores of the desolate Hold me in your arms sheild me in the conservatory of my hiraeth Nostolgia making me a basket case I look to you and know that I want to love you Dance your hands across my waist Parrelle my ear with your lips Graze your rough palm on my hip And lie to me once more Say "You are all I want" Tell me the hollow promise of craving Yet never needing Waltz with me under the full moon Dear, with you I am divine The dark magenta that eats at my soul Sprouting from the webs of your fingers Cover my eyes Blind me with desire Just for tonight I am eternally mine