All peace I feel in your arms
Like an infant with his mother
Lying straight head on a pillow
You fondle my face as of a child
Lying beside me with bare chest
Making me such your empty breasts
Then pulling and taking me in arms
You make me sleep lying over you
Caressing back of body as if patting
Your moans sounding like lullabies
Let time freeze or I die in your arms
As if a child is meeting his lost mother
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