Electric Dreams
In my dream, a welcome sight
You come to see me overnight
We cuddle up, you're on my lap
But not to rest or take a nap
I smell your Baccarat perfume
A scent that sends me to the moon
What Happens Next, Always, Bluebird
A whispered kiss that's barely heard
Perceived, a graze, I barely touch
My lips to yours, not obvious
Just close enough, the juices flow
A pulsing current starts to grow
Don't rush now, patience, let it build
A slow burn leads to being thrilled
Let's take our time, it's not a race
Allow me to control the pace
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