As the moon lounges at the beaming horizon with a warm spectacle of bliss.
There is hunger for crystal eyes and crimson lips.
We swayed in the dance floor,your hands on my hips.
It felt like hours but it was just 4 minutes.
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A Collection of Pointless and Attaching Poems
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4 minutes
As the moon lounges at the beaming horizon with a warm spectacle of bliss.
There is hunger for crystal eyes and crimson lips.
We swayed in the dance floor,your hands on my hips.
It felt like hours but it was just 4 minutes.