Her Lips Tasted Like Moonlight

Our souls connected on a higher plane, I didn't know her first or last name, she was definitely from Venus, probably my twin flame. I'll take my chances, and put up no fight-- Oh, her lips tasted sweet just like pure moonlight! Saturn spun off and sliced through space. The solar wind couldn't wipe the smiles from our face. We sought out stars-- uninhabited constellations. Quivering uncontrollably with celestial vibrations. A new song chimed, I was so blown away. She was the one, my new Namasté!