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Ecstasy of Gold
sleepless, the stars I stare at dawn
clueless, memories I ponder upon
tiredness, tears from the eye storm
weariness, growing apart a new norm
the supernaturals had their plans
the mystics had magic in their hands
lovers living in a thoughtless land
dramas from a heavy metal band
known for years, unknown was the matter
it was a disaster that left life totally in a clutter
knowing you for days, the heart starts to be beating faster
chemistry was a true factor, these stories will be getting better
open aired and only deep blue seas miles ahead
earning myself the rest only then I shall take her to bed
her voluptuousness mixes with the breeze, passion’s to my head
thrills and shocks going down to my loins, waking up earlier then the watershed
only an embrace, and the hormones are off to the races
I wonder what will it take for endorphins serotonins oxytocin and dopamine to find their space
and throwing a towel in the ring good ol’ adrenaline wants it’s place
hey!! best to settle down and wait ... the lover will come to share her grace
grace, that ain’t the way! I want to know how she’d taste
let’s start with the ears, lips and her beautiful face
Ohhh ... then just stroll down her neck, a hickie or two I’m not gonna let it waste
then downwards to them double awesomeness, damn!!! tautness needs the tongue’s pace!
wherever my hand may roam man... there’s an exogenous zone
hormonal chills oh fuck... are spitting down to her bone
peppered with kisses, climbing mound of Venus straight to home
oh yes!! I found the way to the moisture valley just pass her pleasure dome!!
wet and dry... baby feel my tongue and hands, they are subtle
bright and light .. baby the spark in your eyes and the weight of its lids
arched and buckled.. baby you body is so nimble and I promise I’ll be gentle
whispers and moans .. baby I feel your vibe and awwww the sounds from your lips
pause a moment... learn that’s she trained in the art of moans
I’ve been told that the effort to know that is rather bold
many may have mistaken it as the way to the center of her sensual thrones
start with her mind, tenderly and gently... the revelation was love hole shining brightly with the ecstasy of gold
clueless, memories I ponder upon
tiredness, tears from the eye storm
weariness, growing apart a new norm
the supernaturals had their plans
the mystics had magic in their hands
lovers living in a thoughtless land
dramas from a heavy metal band
known for years, unknown was the matter
it was a disaster that left life totally in a clutter
knowing you for days, the heart starts to be beating faster
chemistry was a true factor, these stories will be getting better
open aired and only deep blue seas miles ahead
earning myself the rest only then I shall take her to bed
her voluptuousness mixes with the breeze, passion’s to my head
thrills and shocks going down to my loins, waking up earlier then the watershed
only an embrace, and the hormones are off to the races
I wonder what will it take for endorphins serotonins oxytocin and dopamine to find their space
and throwing a towel in the ring good ol’ adrenaline wants it’s place
hey!! best to settle down and wait ... the lover will come to share her grace
grace, that ain’t the way! I want to know how she’d taste
let’s start with the ears, lips and her beautiful face
Ohhh ... then just stroll down her neck, a hickie or two I’m not gonna let it waste
then downwards to them double awesomeness, damn!!! tautness needs the tongue’s pace!
wherever my hand may roam man... there’s an exogenous zone
hormonal chills oh fuck... are spitting down to her bone
peppered with kisses, climbing mound of Venus straight to home
oh yes!! I found the way to the moisture valley just pass her pleasure dome!!
wet and dry... baby feel my tongue and hands, they are subtle
bright and light .. baby the spark in your eyes and the weight of its lids
arched and buckled.. baby you body is so nimble and I promise I’ll be gentle
whispers and moans .. baby I feel your vibe and awwww the sounds from your lips
pause a moment... learn that’s she trained in the art of moans
I’ve been told that the effort to know that is rather bold
many may have mistaken it as the way to the center of her sensual thrones
start with her mind, tenderly and gently... the revelation was love hole shining brightly with the ecstasy of gold
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