There is no better feeling than sand between the toes
Except the warm touch of your lips
The smell of your hair, you know how the story goes...
I do that while holding your hips
Your eyes as wide and innocent as could be
I see everlasting beauty my dear
Remembering your last kiss with me...
was it our last is what I fear
To my heart and my mind
utter tranquility you give
what are the chances that i could find
any other way to live?
Buffalos Joey I
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