Is Tender.

Your touch is tender, my heart surrenders.

Fire, deep into my soul, burns.

Devotion,

I worship my love.

For love, you run, and love you must.

The taste of scalding, heartache is brilliant,

I indulge in addiction.

Would you?

Fill my soul, hand so tender, like fire, like fuel.

Your caress.

Wash me, rinse me through and through — give me divinity.

I ache

Divine.

Tender your soul to me;

It brushes my face,

Your hair.

It soothes me,

I calm, I free.

Soak me in peace; come spring to my soul

Would you?

Stay forever!

My heart is tender.

If you leave,

I die.