Lydia

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Part 1 of the 2 part series

Updated 08/17/2022
Created 04/11/2002
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I lay in your arms and I nearly cried
My lips still ripe with the taste of your skin
You lying beside me, here I will bide
Open myself and let you come in

          Lydia, my Lydia
          A treat to the eyes, sweet treasure of mine
          Lydia, my Lydia
          Whatever possessed you to say I was thine

My breasts are on fire, held close in your hands
I gaze in your eyes, I can’t get my fill
Just living for now, no past, no future plans
I give it to you love, do what you will

          Lydia, my Lydia
          Every goodbye cuts me like a knife
          Lydia, my Lydia
          Know that for you, I would lay down my life

Watching you sleep in the dark of the night
I brush your face with only my lips
Drunk with your beauty, entranced by the sight
Kiss you deeply, my hands on your hips

          Lydia, my Lydia
          Being your girl I will never regret
          Lydia, my Lydia
          Each stolen moment, I will never forget

I hear you sigh, under my slightest touch
Offer your self, offer your flesh
Savour your passion, I love you so much
Each moment renews my devotion afresh

          Lydia, my Lydia
          I curse the cruel fate which keeps us apart
          Lydia, my Lydia
          Who could have foreseen this at the start?

Your breath comes in gasps, your face is aglow
Love flows into my mouth, sweet and warm
Taking you higher and higher, gentle and slow
Until you are overcome, swept away in the storm

          Lydia, my Lydia
          I’ll never leave you, I’ll never go
          Lydia, my Lydia
          Damn the odds, we take up the dice and throw

Now the world is forgotten there’s just you and me
Desperately thrashing you beg me for more
Fingers and lips and tongue set you free
Higher and higher, until finally you soar

          Lydia, my Lydia
          I will love you until the moment of death
          Lydia, my Lydia
          Call out you name with my dying breath

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