Looking up at the night
Bathing in the moon and stars
Looking out at the lights
Feeling Love outgrow its scars
She feels the dewy grass
Inside her silk skirt
Surveys the flowery mass
Blooming over a world of hurt
There's nothing like tonight
She feels the wind move along her thighs
Sweet May, all the heavy rain you made
Turned the cold ground into a garden of lust today
And she waits for another prey
Starting anew at thirty three
The glimmer in her eyes still screams
For more love, lust and great folly
Peering through a young man's dreams
And she'll, in turns, stop and start his heart
Like a hurricane
There's nothing like tonight
She feels the wind move along her thighs
Tonight he'll succumb to all her charms
And the scent of lilac will evoke the time
Her long flowing hair lay across his arms
As he gazes softly at her prime