It's been too long
There used to be roses in the bed
The pale red warmed by our fire
Your skin came alive in my hands
Your lips, your hips, my fingertips
We kept time to the music
There were no clouds
There was no rain
Just sunshine and smiles
For miles and miles
I miss looking into your eyes
Come again and again
Say whatever you wish
It's always a pleasure to serve you
Sunday, February 13, 2011
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