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It Should Be Tonight

You're my serendipity I am scintillating There is amalgamation of the body mind and soul You are my blue crayon, the one I can never have enough of The one I use to colour my sky So why don't we fall, in love tonight! And make the gods wish they were mortals. I am oscillating, To get a glimpse, of this spark That the world is glorifying, And Boom, it is our hearts uniting. I swear, you are mesmerising; I mean, even the stars chant our names, And the moon is jealous. So tonight, is perfect my starlight! Let's make the gods wish they were mere mortals. I was living in a half remembered dream, but you brought me back to my senses Suddenly you call my name, and I lose my brain and I float up to the moon. In vain I have struggled, I wont no more. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to whisper in your ear how ardently I admire and love you. What I feel for you falls somewhere between, the unyielding love and loyalty of true and lifelong friends and the delectably dark indecent lust of a heated one night stand. I can feel every soft part of me giving in, there is no denying I have a weakness for you So why don't we fall, in love tonight..?! and make the gods wish they were mortals. Oh yes! I have a weakness for those oceanic eyes, There's this brimstone burning desire, deep inside You can literally see it in my eyes, that i can't tire From watching the angelic flare that burns within you And I bet, a one night stand won't suffice to dull the glowing Flame of lust that is fueled by the beauty you possess. Neither Poseidon nor Aphrodite, can dispute this undisputed fact. What we got can never be in vain, so call my name in the plains, And let the world know, That tonight, is perfect my starlight! Let's make the gods wish they were mere mortals.

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