I could sleep beneath this waterfall,
Beneath water so hot
That it feels so cold,
Water so cold that it feels so hot,
The pittering and pattering
Drowns the noise inside my head.
Against the back of my ears,
Oh, how I love the sound,
Of pitter, patter,
As the droplets hit the ground.
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My heart, it beats right through my eyes,
Burning with desire and all that lies
Beneath your skin, much softer than mine
So soft it seems, to slow down time
Heart to heart and hips to hips,
Down your sides, run my fingertips
Feel the heat, the sweet smell of sweat
As we grow entangled the closer we get
Skin to skin and lips to lips
Down my sides, run your fingertips
Taste the salt and hear the rain
With nothing to lose and all to gain
Face to face we share our lives
We come together like twisting twine
Sharing our strength and so much more
But what, I ask, is all this for?
It’s just a dream; I’ve had of you,
A dream, it seems, will never do
Maybe I’m just, a sunlight gleam,
But I’ll keep dreaming, this one sweet dream.
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The white lines blur as we drive along
And the smell of sun-baked upholstery
Soaks my nostrils, like water soaks a sponge,
With the comfort of home, and having a family.
I’m dazed from a day’s long labor,
My eyes heavy, and my head grows lazy.
You wrap your arm around me
With love and brazen consideration
Pulling me close against your scent;
The smell of comfort, and having a family.
I am whisked away into a world long lost,
Whisked away into a world without cost.
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