Ain't no sunshine when she's gone; it's never warm when she's away. The moment I say goodbye, there is an immediate need and urgency to see her again, to feel the warmth she emanates, to experience the sensations she subtly provokes. Your easy smile and your revealing look are a safe harbor in which I dock; your body, the river in which, flowing, I ocean. It pours its verve into me, lights in me the unquenchable flame of desire, sticks in my body the uncontrollable impetus of desire. I seek your light, and it, incandescent, illuminates me. You're my sunshine, my only sunshine...you make me happy when skies are grey.