July 13, 2001

Julian, my tender prize,
Of thee I love to taste
If thou were ever to deny
Twould lay my soul to waste
Come and kiss me, gentle boy
Ill melt thee with my tongue
For thee Ill make the world a toy
For thee my song is sung
Thou art all I could desire
So innocent and mild
How dost thou fan me to a fire
And drive my spirit wild?
Love me, love me, evermore
Take me in thine arms
Eternity is yet in store
To celebrate thy charms