Each night when he comes to me we lay there very still, br Not a word is spoken, not a word is said, of each we'll have our fill. br I feel he's hands around me as he draws me to he's skin, br The way I feel about him must surely be a sin. br br He holds me to he's nakedness he; s breath is long and slow, br I pray that this will last all night that he will never let me go. br br I have felt he's kiss so tender and I've also felt he's tears br And when he holds me close like this I know that heaven is very near.