It drifts gently down on the tips of your ears br Then feather floats inside: br The beckoning whisper. br br Lightly gliding from just behind your earlobe br Down the length of your neck: br The silken fingertips. br br Saying come run with me across the bridge br Between your land and mine br We’ll escape the waking hours br Behind a glistening web. br br Sliding over the front of your shoulder br Inside your arm: br A hungry hand. br br Slipping into the center of your opening palm br Between your fingers: br A tender blossom. br br Saying come run with me across the bridge br Between your land and mine br We’ll hide away from the world br Behind a glistening web. br br Not quite imperceptibly brushing the edge of your cheek br Hesitating then brushing back: br The downy eyelashes. br br Placed petal perfect on your lips br Pleading for pleasure: br The velvet kisses. br br Saying come run with me across the bridge br Between your land and mine br We’ll weave wild wonders br Behind the glistening web.