Your eyes are like a million miles of sea
And I am sailing blissfully away.
But right with you is where I want to be.
I’ll keep those gales and swells safely at bay.
When you look in mine what do you see?
An aching and a sentimental smile?
A longing for the touch and feel of thee?
A glimpse of mischief, competence and guile?
Your lips are like a velvet evening robe.
I’ve slipped into after my evening bath.
And I could search the whole entire globe,
Yet not find lips as soft or hips as fast.
When you see mine do you see roses red?
While dancing thoughts of passion fill your head?
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