By the Hand
By the hand I will lead you through this land, sit you down beneath a tree
And watch as your hair is caressed by a summer breeze.
Then slowly massage your skin the feel of which not silk can beat,
With feather light touches I place kisses where I know you will like.
Then deeply will I breath in your scent,
One so sweet it has no name.
With a voice that makes the choirs of heaven weep,
You pull me close to you and say the words I like to hear.
Then to a place I know you have never been I will lead;
One full of milk and honey.
All this and more I will give if you take this chance,
Let me take your hand and lead us into the promise land.
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