My Missing Piece

Can anyone bring her home safely to my arms?

My missing piece

Lies in her sleep

Five miles away

And she's probably dreaming,

Dreaming, dreaming of me as I dream of her;

Blissfully forgetful the next morning.

But I, I remain awake and think

And ache where my missing piece fits perfectly onto me.

And oh, how that kiss made us shiver with pleasure;

Oh, how it made us spasm with love,

And oh, how through it all

We've come to see

That conversations are best carried

In sweet kisses,

Warm embraces,

And whispered words.

My missing piece…

Can anyone bring her home safely to my arms?