He lays his head upon my breast after a long day of stress.
I massage his temples and my hands roam his chest.
The scent of coconut candles fills the room and in his ear I softly moan and sing.
The world outside passes and soon comes the rise of the moon...
My man and me,
My man and me,
My man and me.
He massages my toes while sighing away our woes.
Conversation flows as his compassion leaves me a little teary
Gazing into each other eyes, electricity sparks and there lights are fervent fire
With his love I'll never grow weary...
My man and me,
My man and me,
My man and me.
Soon passes the midnight hour
We close the curtain of the shower
No telling what intimacy may bring
A sultry voice from a CD sing, but I'm not hearing cause its
My man and me,
My man and me,
My man and me................
~Kimberly Witcher
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