Wayne Orr

Writer 🕹️ Poet 🕹️ Lyricist

Taste of the woman


(Verse 1)
In the twilight’s gentle whisper,
Underneath the moon’s soft glow,
I can feel her arms surround me,
In a dance so sweet and slow.
Her embrace, it feels like heaven,
Warmth that melts my heart away,
Every moment, pure perfection,
With her, I long to stay.

(Chorus)
Oh, the taste of the woman of my heart,
Every kiss, a work of art,
Her lips, a symphony so sweet,
Her love, the only song I need.
The scent of her hair, like a summer’s breeze,
Her skin, a touch that sets me free,
In her arms, I find my place,
In her love, my saving grace.

(Verse 2)
Her hair, a scented garden,
Soft as petals, wild and free,
Every breath, a trace of magic,
In her essence, I believe.
Her skin, like silk, so tender,
Under moonlight’s gentle beam,
Every touch, a silent promise,
Every whisper, like a dream.

(Chorus)
Oh, the taste of the woman of my heart,
Every kiss, a work of art,
Her lips, a symphony so sweet,
Her love, the only song I need.
The scent of her hair, like a summer’s breeze,
Her skin, a touch that sets me free,
In her arms, I find my place,
In her love, my saving grace.

(Bridge)
In the quiet of the night,
When the world fades out of sight,
Her heartbeat is my guide,
In her love, I come alive.
Every moment, every sigh,
A melody that never dies,
In her eyes, I see my dreams,
In her love, my everything.

(Chorus)
Oh, the taste of the woman of my heart,
Every kiss, a work of art,
Her lips, a symphony so sweet,
Her love, the only song I need.
The scent of her hair, like a summer’s breeze,
Her skin, a touch that sets me free,
In her arms, I find my place,
In her love, my saving grace.

(Outro)
In her love, my saving grace,
In her arms, I find my place,
Oh, the taste of the woman of my heart,
Forever and always, we’ll never part