Your mirror tells you lies of omission
'Cause it can't quite capture what I see when
My lips are on your neck and my eyes an
Inch away from the wonders of your skin.
No, your mirror doesn't show you how the
Thousands of soft hairs sway slightly under
My breath, like blades of soft tall grass as we
Watch the wind bring in the distant thunder.
Your mirror cannot show the stunning sight
That I behold in the moment before
We kiss--our faces close, your eyes closed tight,
And your lips a new country to explore.
In your mirror you become brilliant light,
But in my arms you become pure delight.