A moonlit night and I was the guy with all the luck.
Because sweetheart looked so sexy in the bed of my Chevy truck.
Holding sweetheart and looking at the stars and moon.
Enjoying a cool breeze and the antics of a family of raccoons.
Sweetheart and I felt blessed from heaven above.
The old truck bed had become our palace of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem