don't make love to a woman in bed

(rock song about loving a woman)

don't make love to a woman in bed
start making love as you start to breathe
don't make love to a woman in bed
start making love as you start to breathe

she hears it all day, she leads you to bed
to hear a little more, not to hear it all
'cos what happens in bed is just another thing
so, don't make love to a woman in bed
start making love as you start to breathe

look at her eyes, when you talk to her
turn off the TV, when she talks to you
tell her you love her, only if you feel
hide her no nothing, she knows it all
so, don't make love to a woman in bed
start making love as you start to breathe

don't pull her, to stop her from falling
be on the floor, let her fall on you
don't try to be a man, when you are a little bit broken
just cry in her arms, she makeya fell better
don't make love to a woman in bed
start making love as you start to breathe

don't think from your pants, when she says i love you
tuck in and peck her, when she wants to sleep
ask for no nothing, just give it all
when she's ready to love, it will flow like a river
i say, don't make love to a woman in bed
start making love as you start to breathe

don't be afraid, to scream at her
just be yourself, that's all she wants
tell her she's hot, when she is hot
tell her she's hot, when she's really not
do a woogli-boogli-wrugli-shoogli, when she turns a little blue
yeah, don't make love to a woman in bed
start making love as you start to breathe

don't make love to a woman in bed
start making love as you start to breathe

a sachet of sunshine

(this is about a meeting with someone and my soft awakening after. about my tryst with my soul.)

memories of a season cold
sprouted on snow,
that I struggle to shovel.

at my door, for a second
a sachet of sunshine stops

disrupting my slumber,
erupting emotions,
this rendezvous.

at crossroads,
soul seeking soul
not looking but longing
with a helpless urge to misstep
i stand still.
you hold my hand
onto this dreamy dreaded path
onto plentiful profound possibilities,
again!
flowers, fairy tales, fears...

a tantalizing trance
love has been.
yet another bud in my garden?
blooming over the buried roses?

frowning at my frail heart
that longs forever
bowing to my brave heart
that quits never
clarity, I wake up to
as I unravel
this sachet of sunshine