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!
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