Run, baby run.
Till we reach the bed of daffodils;
There you can tell me your name,
And what you know of me.
Hide with me within,
Away from the rays of the sun;
As we feel the petals against bare skin,
And your lips seeking me out.
And the petals against my thighs,
Your fingers trailing like butterflies;
Gentle, but each touch sizzles,
Till I melt into the soil.
Run, baby run,
Till we reach the end of reality;
Into a world where you and I,
Frolick in seas of dreams eternally.
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