Weekday Night

Underneath the moon,
A Weekday night,
You'd never have to ask me twice
I would spend every second with you

Sweet are the words from your lips
And when my mind is stubborn and I question you
Your voice soothes my soul

Sitting with you by the water
Hands and hungry mouths find each other
Feverishly, they feast
Tongues join in the dance

My heart pounds loudly in my chest
And I'm afraid you'll hear it
Your arms hold me and I melt into you,
Each embrace a perfect fit

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