HIM: I want to feel your touch, the warmth of your flesh on mine I want to hear your voice and the rhythm it brings It sounds like Beethoven when he’s on the keys Your presence is divine, your aura…
HIM: I want to feel your touch, the warmth of your flesh on mine I want to hear your voice and the rhythm it brings It sounds like Beethoven when he’s on the keys Your presence is divine, your aura…
