You're doing something to me when you hold me in your arms

and stroke your silky fingers through my hair

You're making electricity, and sparking off alarms

that fizzle through my body with a flare


You're doing something to me when you whisper in my ear

and tell me all the things you'd like to do

You're matching all my fantasies, removing all my fear

and taking me to levels that are new


You're doing something to me when you kiss me hard and strong

and look into my eyes with steady gaze

You make me ache inside when you are gone away so long

and all that I can do is count the days.

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