If days were the bed & nights were the blanket,
We'd take Breakfast and Lunch in Bed
and for Dinner a 6 Course Banquet.
All Day I would navigate your Maps,
Whilst U Moan and Whisper.
At Night your Sounds would turn,
Softer and Crisper.
I would play U My Song,
of Love in Bed.
Fine Tune My Chords,
Until your Lips turn Red.
Under Our Blanket of Love,
at Half past Eleven.
With Passion and Love,
We would be reaching Heaven.
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