Bottoms Up
Desire on fire
It's under control
But deep down inside me
It's full and it's whole
Thoughts of big snowstorms
Still thrive and abound
While dreams of guitar lessons
Still drift around
So close that I'm catching
The faintest hint of
Rose and vanilla
Of you it's pure love
Your lips look so soft
How I'd love to kiss
Them for hours on end
In passionate bliss
The kind that make movies
Of romantic ilk
If I could just kiss them
I'd drink all my milk
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