The Sun does race to find his bed
Night is falling fast
I linger on the things you've said
We're alone at last
My hands on you holding tight
Moonlight fills the room
Love is shared throughout the night
You will be my doom
When morning comes and you are gone
I'll ask the stars again
To send you back until the dawn
And we'll make Love times ten
Friday, July 23, 2010
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