I took your breath into my mouth
And all my soul went south;
Now in warm lands of circled arms
I stand and feel your charms.
I’m traveling nowhere but right here
To hear your whisper, clear,
That tells me you have all my will
To hold me hard and still.
And yet, you cannot get you free,
If ever you might try;
For your will, too, is all of me
Until the day I die!