Making love on a cloud?
There is no up from down,
Because my love,
I can no longer tell the sky from the ground.
Making love while we fly around,
Long nights turns into beautiful days,
Our bodies tangle and raise-
But lets not get carried away.
Too much of your love,
Will make me melt away
And disappear with the suns rays.
As the sky paints away,
We are freed from aches and pains.
Gravity does not bring,
Any longer a sense of restraint,
But a break from this so called-
Human race.
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