On that wild, dreamy night
Our glance locked for a second and whizzed past,
Only to embrace ourselves in a wild, wild grip.
Our lips played along, teasingly first and wantingly second,
Our hands slithered along, soft and cautious then wild and carefree.
On that wild, dreamy night,
We lay on the white-sand beach,
Watching the ships go by,
Watching the fisher folks glide by,
Admiring the sitting sun,
Admiring the flocks of birds returning.
Should we retire for the night? I thought,
Should we snuggle for one last embrace?
Should we just kiss while it lasts?
Shouldn't we just make love while it lasts?
On that wild, dreamy night,
High on tequila and spirits,
High on love, lust and all things wild,
Our bodies touched,
Our hands clasped,
Our lips locked,
Our feet teased.
We lay on the white-sand bitch under the moonlit sky,
Making love, embracing wildness,
Making love, conquering our fears,
Making love, dreaming our future together.
High on tequila and spirits,
We know these moments will soon be memories,
But we also knew our story just began!
Ahhhhh so sweet and hopeful