I want

. . . to be the breeze
that gently touches your face
the kiss that lingers on your lips
but, never leaves a trace

. . . to be the sound of your heartbeat
strong as the tide
like the treasures of the deep
of what is hidden inside

. . . to be the one in your dreams
when the darkness falls,
the first name on your lips
when the sunrise calls

. . . to be the passion so hot
like the flame of a fire
the one that you crave
the one that you desire