They talk of a tight embrace,
Of lips meeting in a kiss,
Of a slow, revolving waltz,
Of candelight dinners,
Of lips meeting in a kiss,
Of a slow, revolving waltz,
Of candelight dinners,
Of a long walk at night,
Of sharing a beautiful sight,
Of talking 'til morning,
And of sex when it's raining,
Of sharing a beautiful sight,
Of talking 'til morning,
And of sex when it's raining,
And yet, why so passionate do I find,
An intimacy that's one of a kind,
When your fingers curl within mine,
Claiming me as yours, by my hand?
An intimacy that's one of a kind,
When your fingers curl within mine,
Claiming me as yours, by my hand?
This is so romantic - enjoyed it
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