Beautiful lady, take my hand
Undress as you do understand
Tender feelings as naked we run
Through buttercups in the Sun
Each sound of laughter, my dear
Reaches inside my heart so near
Come to me, as we embrace and kiss
Unseen by the world in our loving bliss
Purity of our two souls touching above
Doing what is our true desire, making love
Ready to respond to our bodies motion
Each of us lost, in our deepest emotion
And then we stand, and are running once more
May this field of buttercups see our dreams soar
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 12:00 AM UTC
Beautiful lady, take my hand
Undress as you do understand
Tender feelings as naked we run
Through buttercups in the Sun
Each sound of laughter, my dear
Reaches inside my heart so near
Come to me, as we embrace and kiss
Unseen by the world in our loving bliss
Purity of our two souls touching above
Doing what is our true desire, making love
Ready to respond to our bodies motion
Each of us lost, in our deepest emotion
And then we stand, and are running once more
May this field of buttercups see our dreams soar
copyright Chris Smith 2010
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