Mystère

there is an air of mystery about her
I've a little intuition that she is hiding
saving something private all to herself
even though she offers me the beauty
and intimacy of her body in the night
I can sense all of her heart is not mine

sometimes when our eyes connect deeply
I can see a veil of secrecy fall over hers
I know I've lost her then for a moment
I hate lost moments, those locked doors
I wonder if she'll ever offer me the key
ah, Mystère, you torment and fascinate

when the night is long and passion hot
your sweet surrender transports me
to ancient times, exotic shores and
there are no untold mysteries between
two lovers entwined in the moonlight
yet, I know I hold back my own key too