Mistiness upon this peerless night
grants enchantment among elegance so right.
Along the bridge we waltz a cruise
until our feet are weak and start to bruise.
No other evening can compare to this,
as our bodies glide with clouds of bliss.
Through the mist emerges delicate lust,
while empty fields provide our placement of trust.
Grass of softness and of dew, blanket our cares
of silently sweet passionate affairs.
This night shall remain and never disappear;
in my heart it stays, for you I fear.
Please always remember the time we’ve spent,
for I’ll never forget the angel He lent.

 
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