Making Love

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    Making Love

    Picture me all alone
    Waiting for you ro come home
    Music playing soft and low
    I give you a kiss and a sweet hello
    I pour you some wine
    Tell you how I spent my time
    We smoke some herb
    After a hard day it's what you deserve
    Soon as we're both relaxing
    I see that look and know what your asking
    Then we move into another room
    There my feelings start to bloom
    You start to undress nice and slow
    My body is hot, I can feel the glow
    I ask, what can you do for me
    You said, a trip of pure ecstasy
    Nice and slow we start to grind
    Our bodies become one as we both entwine
    My head is so light, like the clouds above
    Me and my baby are truly making love...

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    stefan commented on Making Love

    06-01-2009

    i like it alot it makes me wanna smoke some pot grab my girl and have get ontop cuz i like it alot..

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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