My sweet dove, please preen.
To fly into your eyes, beautiful, to feel seen.
Naked heat machine, sweaty fight, sure to be a sheen.
The ride of fire and flesh in flight, to swim in your scent of serene.
To fly into your eyes, beautiful, to feel seen.
Naked heat machine, sweaty fight, sure to be a sheen.
The ride of fire and flesh in flight, to swim in your scent of serene.