January 17, 2011
The windows open
The curtains drawn
The skys are waiting
To hear Our song

We sing of passion
We sing of lust
They sing along
And become one of us

The sky grows dark
The moon grows red
As the stars lead us
To Our bed

We lay together
And whisper light
Goodnight my sweet

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