I wish I knew more about making love
because that’s all I want to do with you.
To be the star streaming across your eyes
exploding to ecstasy of showers.
I want to be the air inside your lungs
to know what is it to be within you.
Spread my wings and fly across your valley
as I lay you on a bed of red roses.
I’ll never know every way to love you,
but in making love I promiose to be
a student and an ardent connoisseur
because to make love to you is to walk
in all mystical delights of heaven,
till every part of your soul touches me.









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