Icicle shivers run down my spine
As I recall a passionate time
When we would make love
Any opportunity we got
And that, I must admit,
Was quite a very lot!!
Our passion resided in a number of places
Some quaint, some scary, some that would amaze us
The back of a taxi, a cave very dark,
Leaning against a tree, and
The mark of the bark
Was imprinted forever
On places untold!!
But you, my darling, nothing was ever too much
I quiver and tremble when I think of your touch
The initial bouts of love's skirmish
Are always easy to summon back
Imagination we didn't lack!!