We will make love we will make Babies


If the clouds could gather all of her lovely strength this moment
And shame the distant Rivers that deprive us a pool of water
If the chilly air could softly dance across the roofs and panes
And time would stop boasting of his speed when he walks
If nature could open her doors of splendor and beauty tonight
And every young man rejoices in the wife of his youth


We’ll rekindle passion, we’ll restore inspiration
We’ll rebuild ecstasy so true beyond the wildest dreams of Mortals
Touch me my spouse with the wonderful hands of your love
Let me come into you, for in you is a corridor to pleasure
Sweet paradise, allow me into the treasures of your bodies
Take me in, and let me walk like a king invited by his queen.
If the sky would annoyingly be brave this moment
And bar the stars and moon from resting on her bed
If the rain could fall freely without holding an aorta of grudge
And the wind blows cool to every tree and cities
If all eyes could close the day for some rest
And the oceans could stop hitting the sands and stones


We’ll make heat, we’ll make love
We’ll makes babies born in the beauty of summer
Kiss me my king with the sweetest part of your lips
Let our tongues twist and tweak, mingle at every angle
Fondle my breast and find me a path between your thighs
Touch my body, like your every breath depends on me.
 

We will make love we will make Babies

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