In the crystal bowl floats a perfect red rose.
We tango on your balcony under the moonlight.
My shirt collar bears traces of your lipstick.
You glide barefoot as if you had wings
that flutter silver underneath the stars.
This night was made for lovers.
Our eyes reflect the magic of lovers.
In your sexy dark hair, I place the rose.
The night sky is interwoven with millions of stars.
I wish we could stay forever in trance of the moonlight,
me wrapped in the feathery softness of your wings,
branded seductively red by your lipstick.
I am drowning in your creamy lipstick.
I swim in your hypnotic eyes, glad we are lovers.
You have made my heart sprout wings.
You encompass more intrigue than the most delicate rose.
Kiss me deeply as we bathe in moonlight.
Our only witnesses will be the stars.
Two will become one with the stars.
You intimidate me with the power of your lipstick.
Just keep twirling with me in the moonlight.
Tonight, I want to forget about being anything but lovers.
I want to breathe you in as I do the scent of the rose
that floats in silky waves of your hair on crimson wings.
For just one night, fold me in your silken wings.
Let me gaze upon your nakedness and see stars.
Unfurl for me like a blossoming rose.
Let me taste the berry seduction of your lipstick.
Please say we'll always be lovers
and won't ever forget how to dance in the moonlight.
Your body comes alive in the moonlight.
You are my angel floating on ethereal wings.
Soft whispers in the breeze can only be heard by lovers.
Your kisses leave me breathless, seeing stars.
You make me crazy with that exotic lipstick
and the scent in your hair of a red red rose.
Moonlight reflected upon a rose,
your sensual wings, blood-red lipstick,
entangled lovers, our poetry written in the stars.