song

The Gift

I don't have much to give youin the way of material things.But then, I have never been a material person . . .so it wouldn't matter much anyway.I do have something to give you, though . . .and I hope you accept this gift with joy.I have chosen not to wrap it . . .I want it to be presented to youas pristine as can be.And anyway, decorations or wrappings wouldcertainly ruin the effect.And so it is . . . that I stand before you . . .unclothed, but surprisingly, unashamedof my nakedness.You have already captured a piece of my heart,and you have captivated my soul.The only thing left for me to present to youis my very being . . . and I do that willingly,happily, and most of all . . . lovingly.Standing before you . . . watching your every movement . . .seeing the desire in your eyesfor the very first time.I don't believe in all of my life,I have ever witnessed a momentas beautiful as this.Neither one of us can speak . . .and we are finding, even breathing, is difficult.Your heartbeat is pounding out a rhythmthat almost assaults my ears.I can hear it from where I stand across from you . . . and every beat speaks of your love for me.I am giving you this gift tonight,because I desperately want you to look inside.I want you to open this package that I offer you,slowly . . . lovingly . . . sensuously . . .and search for what lies within.You don't have to look far, you know . . .everything I feel for you is just below the surface.So it shouldn't take long for youto discover the beauty awaiting you there.Go ahead . . . open this gift as a child wouldon a snowy Christmas morning . . .in a hurried fashion . . . rather like a frenzy, if you will.But once that initial gift is opened . . .and the passion subsides . . .Please promise methat this gift I give you . . .this gift of myself . . .is only just the beginning.