If we could only hold hands of each otherAnd lean into each other, feeling the warmth of movementWithout asking for fameFree of self doubt and careCareerJust our bodies and mindsMoneyFor nothing, fruit for freeJust hold our handsAnd lean each...

Breeze of cold.A song titled hope.Gulp of and urgent need for a cigarette.Need to sniff more of heavy ylang ylang.The itch of a pain.A warm wind.The soul lifting song.Whiff of ceder smoke.My soul soothed by patchouli.A healing touch.

If we could only hold hands of each otherWithout asking for fameCareerMoneyJust hold our handsAnd run naked through open fields.

You are like smoking a cigaretteI am addicted to your kisses and hugsAt three am at the parkMeanwhile I touch your smooth skinAnd hear your beautiful voice.