My Heavenly Lover

Without losing a part of me

Can I go to heaven?

Or is heaven a place with you,

Snuggled up, warm and cosy at eleven?

Look at you, beautiful and young.

You’re enough to drive me crazy.

Making out, kissing, interlocking tongues.

Leaving my vision hazy.

Blinded by your purity, and light.

I’m high off you, you’re my drug.

Snuggled up. warm, cosy at night.

Cuddling up, together in a hug.

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