Who is that man forcing my stare; looking back at me?
Further than his brown eyes can gaze, I have to be.
Because there I can simmer in unspoken promises
Where I dare to attempt this new and sexy love affair.

He said jump in with me and float down my stream.
I said okay, but had already envisioned us there
But sadly when I saw him, he was torn apart;
He was unavailable to me.

Now he’s become a mere memory, no more my flame.
Yet still I went further than what my eyes could see
And did the unexpected – what my heart desired of me.
Now I am simmering in the memory of his lost touch.