Blue Skies, White Clouds
Blue skies
White clouds
Without saying a thing
You were so loud
Lying there beside you
Not knowing what to expect
But oh, so anticipating
What could be next
You looked at me
I smiled at you
Our minds both wondering
What we should do
You reached out and touched my hair
I felt myself almost melt
It has been so long
Since feelings like this I have felt
You touched me with your fingers
I touched you with mine
As finally I tasted your kisses
So sweet as aged wine
Riding high on the wings of ecstasy
Till our breath does run out
On Blue skies
With White clouds.
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