Sing me something sweet,
My dear.
Allowing me to be taken away amongst your words,
Let them repeat.
Sing me something divine,
Almost like a nice glass of wine;
Make me feel rich and old.
My love, allow your song,
To wrap around my body like a blanket of warm and protection,
As you sing to me something sweet like a master piece.
I shall be taken away into a place of dreams,
But until I do keep singing me something sweet.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
Sing me something sweet,
My dear.
Allowing me to be taken away amongst your words,
Let them repeat.
Sing me something divine,
Almost like a nice glass of wine;
Make me feel rich and old.
My love, allow your song,
To wrap around my body like a blanket of warm and protection,
As you sing to me something sweet like a master piece.
I shall be taken away into a place of dreams,
But until I do keep singing me something sweet.
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