bottle of love
She brushes her hair in a mirror, straight across the room
My anticipation rising, she’ll lay with me soon
All day long I’ve dreamed with her on my mind
When I think of her my thoughts submit to kind
Her long and slender body is like music to my eyes
Her voice is soft like velvet I love her tender cries
There isn’t anything about her I don’t love
God special made her from his throne above
Suddenly the light goes out, just a candle burning
She gives herself unto me, she soothes my aching yearning
I hold her up close to me, I love to smell her sleepy breath
With the candle I can see her sparkling hair barrette
Delivered from the window breeze, I smell her soft perfume
Her body shimmered on the bed glistening in the moon
Her wet hair around her face makes her skin lovely white
I wish that I could keep a bottle of our love tonight
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