This Is More Than Cloud Nine


Ten seems like a perfect score,
Counting out of my lips.
Love hymns erupt from my core,
Paradise on my hips.

Paradise on my hips.
A deep magical store.
Sailing in blissful ships,
Heading down my heart’s shore.

Heading down my heart’s shore,
Teasing me just to please,
Screaming out as they tore,
Whirling storms put at ease.

Whirling storms put at ease.
Kisses paid as a fine.
Tingling prepares to cease,
This is more than cloud nine.


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