A thousand times goodnight.
It is night.
Come;
We'll roll down this hill of sweet, sweet grass and let our bodies graze the ground of the unspoiled earth. Smell the soil, my love, it is thick with fertility.
"Hold me, clasp my hand"
We'll watch the crimson canopy of stars 'til it blinds us with their undying light. Point at the suspended moon, my love, its roundness will fill our stomachs and the wet air shall quench our thirst.
Please, feel my flesh; it is full of you.
And I'll fit between your legs and lie upon you, spine to heart, and heart to spine. I'll hear your life beating away through my back. Oh - and I'll smell the air, full of me, and full of you.
We'll watch the moon dip beneath the clouds. Slowly; slowly. But definitely.
With you, my love, every frame will be an eternity 'til the break of day.
Come;
We'll roll down this hill of sweet, sweet grass and let our bodies graze the ground of the unspoiled earth. Smell the soil, my love, it is thick with fertility.
"Hold me, clasp my hand"
We'll watch the crimson canopy of stars 'til it blinds us with their undying light. Point at the suspended moon, my love, its roundness will fill our stomachs and the wet air shall quench our thirst.
Please, feel my flesh; it is full of you.
And I'll fit between your legs and lie upon you, spine to heart, and heart to spine. I'll hear your life beating away through my back. Oh - and I'll smell the air, full of me, and full of you.
We'll watch the moon dip beneath the clouds. Slowly; slowly. But definitely.
With you, my love, every frame will be an eternity 'til the break of day.