It's the silken, the soundnAnd the cold creasing downnOf a lone blade of grassnTracing and cooling downnA bare legnIt's the soles of your feetnFinding touches to breathnOn the bare naked groundnEach step a puddlenSo soft a soundnnLike sandals in handnClimbing a waterfallnOh, how deliciousnOh how I want this nownIt's the slip into sleepnWith the memories you holdnBurrowed and deepnTurned like pagesnThe break and release nIt's the first gust of dropsnWhen it's ripening to rainnAnd the flavor is warmnScented like leathernDusty and brownnnLike hot desert windnTeasing along your skinnOh, how deliciousnOh, how I want this nownnIt's the narrowing instantnWhen I look across at younAnd I wish I could benEmotion naked, simple and surenIt's the murmur of growthnWhenever I'm with younAnd I don't want to hidenIn simple elasticnProtecting skinnnIf only I couldnStand so before younOh, how deliciousnOh, how I want this nownOh, how I want younNow...Now...Now