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Ooh The room spins lazily around
like the ceiling fan above my head
Our feet have hardly touched the ground
As we've wrestled across this bed
Your eyes, they sparkle and shine
Telling me how you yearn for more
Soft fingertips wrap themselves around mine
As the inner rumbles, turn to a roar
You find your way on top of me
To find your way to bliss
Slowly you lean down to me
To steal away one last kiss
Before riding off into the sunset
With your arms above your head
Both you, and me, now are wet
As we sink back to the bed.
September 29, 2006
