Under the stars, light, white, and whispering down
My eyes gaining the right to gaze upon your body pure and sound
I would walk my hands across your skin
Like fine wind atop a river's bed
Paused upon the night
Stilled in motion of our presence's sight
Released in pleasure embraced
Entwined in a wordless race
Covered by dark stares always
I told your lips with ever care
Hand in hand within mine
Closed in promise of our hand's chime
Covered in open allure our warm bodies dressed in soothing galore
Nothing between us but the roar of nature and its animalistic call
Arms and legs spread in waiting form
Begging for the pain to be sore
Here we would be conformed
To peaceful liberation
Over rapture's gorgeous draw
Altayon - An Affair of Romantic Liberty Lyrics
Altayon - An Affair of Romantic Liberty Lyrics
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Under the stars, light, white, and whispering down
My eyes gaining the right to gaze upon your body pure and sound
I would walk my hands across your skin
Like fine wind atop a river's bed
Paused upon the night
Stilled in motion of our presence's sight
Released in pleasure embraced
Entwined in a wordless race
Covered by dark stares always
I told your lips with ever care
Hand in hand within mine
Closed in promise of our hand's chime
Covered in open allure our warm bodies dressed in soothing galore
Nothing between us but the roar of nature and its animalistic call
Arms and legs spread in waiting form
Begging for the pain to be sore
Here we would be conformed
To peaceful liberation
Over rapture's gorgeous draw
My eyes gaining the right to gaze upon your body pure and sound
I would walk my hands across your skin
Like fine wind atop a river's bed
Paused upon the night
Stilled in motion of our presence's sight
Released in pleasure embraced
Entwined in a wordless race
Covered by dark stares always
I told your lips with ever care
Hand in hand within mine
Closed in promise of our hand's chime
Covered in open allure our warm bodies dressed in soothing galore
Nothing between us but the roar of nature and its animalistic call
Arms and legs spread in waiting form
Begging for the pain to be sore
Here we would be conformed
To peaceful liberation
Over rapture's gorgeous draw
Writer: Thomas Bellezza
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