When I Think of You

The wind blows wherever it pleases, It stirs my thoughts anew, They tickle me like soft breezes, When I think of you. Awake, north wind; and come, you south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices may flow out. Oh, dear, come to my garden And taste my fruit. A naughty smile lights up my face, And sparks begin to brew, I hope no one can see the trace, When I think of you. Awake, north wind; and come, you south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices may flow out. Oh, dear, come to my garden And eat my fruit. My breathing quickens, I am getting wild, Shiver runs me through, Like lips sliding up my thigh, When I think of you.