A purr. It's a deep husky purr, that's aroused from that throat
gold and pure.
Like soft silk caressing crushed velvet, giving strength to those
motions so sure.
She stands silhouetted in firelight. Tongues of flame gently lick
at the stone.
In the cold of the darkness, her eyes glow, burning with a fire
of their own.
She takes a step closer. My heart skips a beat in its languorous,
rhythmic song.
A slow moment finds her at bedside. With a shrug, her robe falls
to the ground.
I sing of the body Electra, autumn hair highlights her fair face.
In the heavens which bow down before her, the angels all envy
her grace.
She sobs in my arms, mem'ries flooding, all the while
running hands through my hair.
As I brush away all her warm teardrops, I promise to always be
there.
She nestles her head 'gainst my shoulder. I pull her close ever
so tight.
Warding ourselves 'gainst the darkness, we hold on until morning's
first light.
The sunlight explodes through the window, like a lover forsaken
for night.
I kiss her sweet neck as the dawn comes. She bathes in its silvery
light.
I sing of the spirit Electra, an inferno that warms more than
burn.
Strong fires can give life to dark shadows, but bright love brings
more love in return.
She's not mine to keep, and I know it. To do so would be a great
sin.
But I'll hold her as long as I've got her, for my heart's hers
and always has been.
I wake to a room shroud in darkness. The dawn still long hours
away.
My back hurts. I've napped at my desktop, while trav'ling the
dream-keeper's way.
I move toward the bed, still quite tired. A sweet scent swims
through the cool air.
My mind may ha' been dreaming of her; my heart knows her soul ha' been there.
I sing of the essence Electra, love to bind, yet still love to free.
In her fast moving river of brightness, flows some of the river of me.