Oh my,
Oh my, oh my, oh my
It certainly feels right and real
His arm gently across her
Possessive and close
Only them
Swaying to the art
Back then forth
The children occupied
A couple momentary
Alone together
Nuzzling in her hair
Sensing their scent
Their mind turning to…
Oh my,
Oh my, oh my, oh my
The body interested
It sends forth the signs
Only they can perceive
Two too interested
In and out of the moment
They mingle of themselves
In memory, their memory
Come together in scent
Remembered together
Our sense.
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