| Sea of Monets by Bobby Whitworth |
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| Your voice sounds so sweet. whatever your words, I will listen forever I can feel your breathe grave my neck, feel your tongue. Hand in hand we walk. Side by side we talk. The greatest fascination in the littlest things, a street musician, a building's ornamentation, a painting, your touch. We sit and look into each other's eyse, so bright, our eye's are shining so bright. Your smile, so beautiful, especially when I know it's for me. Surrounded by a Sea of Monets, those brilliant colors of his boats, his villages, but I only noticed your lips and your eyes. I drove you crazy And you made me the same way. I wanted to lay you down and make love to you on that bench, in front of the whole museum. That night we were together and I was yours, I've always been yours, All you have to do is take me. |
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