By: David W. Clare
With creamy pink kisses she whispers my name
Late night dreaming in her hide and seek game...
As my phone cools off, my mood is so on
Her voice made me weak as this night lingers long...
Pillow Talk is the only language she speaks
Smooth as silk, clear as lalique...
Silhouette shadows flicker in the hall
She's now dancing on my bedroom wall...
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