Stick 93 - That First Kiss
That moment....
The sun was down
The moon was round
You tease me all night
I tingle with delight
The music twirl and echoes my love curl
The summer night lingers around the porch light pearl
Your hands catch a fire fly
I prize your fingers open to send her free and high
The river brushes the canyon side
The reeds whisper the secret I still wish to hide
You touch my skin, you lift my chin
I taste the salt of the man and the him that awaits within
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