Some Nights Whisper, Softly Gently to me Lights out, Skin bare Shoulder Smooth Dark room Warm touch Cool breeze Enough Perfect Silence Echoing Around Peaceful Quiet Kiss without A sound. Next night Warmth gone Empty bed And bleak Dark creeps Closer Menacing Not sweet Oppressing And still A night to Hurry through And another And another One more Until Once more Touch is there Soft, gentle And sure And night Passes Easy and Safe With the Touch Of someone Fair.
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