Making love under a moonlit sky,
Taking it slow, in measured strides,
Neither wanting the to cry,
When the morning comes,
And we have to say goodbye,
We lie here, side by side,
Kissing gently to pass the time,
Our bodies quivering with desire,
Waiting in neutral,
Till we slip into drive.
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