Romance

ROMANCE

You prepare me a cup full honey diet,
To change my heart sour to sweet this night,
For she draw my smiles to her delight,
Her moan at night,
stretches my brain eyes to sight
For those stormy weather she cried,
Do not go gentle with me, she cried,

For the rains has made me wet
Check the curtains too, very wet,
Switch the oven on, don't forget,
The logs are dry and set,
Why wait, whiles I still stand wet,
Your mouth towel on my neck
Dances my body to sweat,

You sing a song that moves body on bed,
For the exact words, I haven't found yet,
In love I'm with it,
For it fits and I'm feeling it;

My number one painter,
Of nipples in Naples,
Your works are greater;
Those strokes on naked nipples,
That stands firm on a breast chamber,
Lick me whiles I take a glance,
Are you afraid of this romance?
No, you ain't afraid of taking a chance,
Sleep me down this wet night,
As I count the ceilings one to five,
I feel those tongue painting the great wall of China,
I feel blue and it's a true romance.


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