Strawberry fields covered in lust
Whipped cream clouds upon her lips
The sweet honey upon her breasts
Luscious delights between her hips
Yearnings of the absent heart blossom
Couplings upon sheets of silky threads
Fresh memories giving birth to passion
Ordinary locations substituting for beds
Separated lovers counting the moments
When fingers can clasp once more
Love is always loneliest at the break of dawn
Strawberry fields to never to be as before
