Love Like This
Underneath the moony sky, to a lower place a blanket of stars,
I lay with you in an exceedingly land afar.
It's so quiet; all I will hear
is my breath I mistily take with you therefore close to.
You have my body certain.
I'm lost in your presence, wherever I can not be found.
You kiss my neck; it feels therefore nice.
You have American state feeling therefore enticed.
As my body emerges,
it yearns and it urges
to feel your embrace
and to style your style.
As you set it in,
a little smile grins.
Should I whisper, faster?
Or ought to I scream for my Master?
You're propulsion my hair,
I feel, as if I were floating on air.
As I tremble and start to shake,
you quiver and quake.
Underneath the moony sky, to a lower place a blanket of stars,
I'm yours, where you're
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