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The honey of romance, so sweet for us |
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Through swaying grass we run in arms, just us |
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The honey of romance, our treat to us |
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These arms I fold around you. |
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It's just us. |
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Your charms so rare |
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My flesh laid bare |
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In arms we dare |
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I will kiss her mouth and her dark eyes |
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Lose myself freely in her dark eyes |
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Fall right through her soul, her mind, her skies |
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Our limbs entwined |
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Then comes our minds |
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It's hope we find |
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The red lips of her mouth - they call to me |
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Her mind is mine |
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Her flesh my kind |
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Warm, soft, smooth, mine! |
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I lack for nought |
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Her mind welcomes my thoughts |
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Entering the dark, so close, entwined |
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We drift away to nothing |
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And no-one will find |
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Within our arms we sleep deeply |
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I pull her close to me, near me, into me. |
