i love it when you hold me tight
i love it when you kiss my lips
i want it to last all night
oh how you touch me with your fingertips

the tingles i get from head to toe
make me feel like im flying high
i wish you didnt have to go
oh i think thats my hundredth sigh

do you see what you do to me
you make me feel so hott
with you i am alive and free
oh my, thats my weakness spot

i roll over, get out of bed
i look out at the dark stormy night
a dream, its all in my dreamy head
i go back to sleep till morning light

by allyson lindstrom

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