4 | Muse II Midnight

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The moon hangs high and our voices low

Sweet nothings swim through each other's ears

Riding along time's unending flow

I feel like I could lie here with you for years

Although in the morning you have to go

So let's make the best of what time we have my dear

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Oh my muse, your lips on mine are like heaven

Living for that moment our eyes meet, and everything is right

Your body like silk, so beautiful, no question

Loving every little sound you make, gasps and sighs into the quiet night

Giving me scratches and love marks, the best aggression

Hands around your neck to your delight

It seems things get intense during these midnight sessions

- 11/19/20

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