It was that time of the night again,
When we stared at the moon and grin,
I could feel your slender fingers,
Pulling the hair on my chest skin,
Your fingers, my holy valium,
I closed my eyes and smiled,
I could feel the wet traces,
My signature with your tongue,
No one ever knew me that well,
I kissed you on your forehead,
That moment it dawned on you,
How sapiosexual i could be,
The rhythm of my heart beat,
The joy of the man down south,
Our warm sweaty skin trickles,
the air became cold and breezy.
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