Perfect epitome of an exquisite fantasy
Plain truths and confessions
Drifting the night away with a saccharine serenade
Secret yearning for an exuberant getaway
Put your fingers through my hair
Rest my head on your chest
Sing me a lullaby, prompt me to sleep
Slow dancing in a slightly darkened space
Aromatic smell is breathing through
The sky is dark, but the stars are illuminating
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