I don't want much in this life of mine.
Just your hands enveloping me,
Your lips waking me up,
Ever so softly,
Long enough for it to lighten my senses,
Long enough for it to leave a smile on our faces.
Long enough to make you stay,
Will you?
You will stay
Won't you?
I don't want much, really.
Just us,
it will be enough to get me through each day.
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