Joined hands in bed being intimate fuel fires of continuation
Selected her, potential blossoming, I’m still an avid believer
When I’m awake it is her, when I’m sleeping she’s my pillow with those sexy pillows
Her eyes speak to me louder than summer thunderstorms witnessed from a porch
Oh the shipments of love reserved for her are lifetime amounts
I’ll show her real love, love forgotten or thought to be extinct thrives in me
Have another taste, then another
I’m overflowing with joy and there’s plenty.