La La La- moon soul

Let me paint a picture, brushstrokes on your skin,

Tongue fluent in desire, let the rhythm begin.

I’ll trace constellations with fingertips divine,

Your body’s the galaxy, I’ll make every star shine.

Let me serenade your soul, make the night confess,

Every breath we take leaves the room undressed.

Bodies speak in tongues, let the moment stretch,

A symphony of passion that father time just can’t forget.