Alive
Lick your lips,
Bite at me.
Make little nips,
On my body.
Come into my ocean,
Be free within me.
E'er increasing motion,
We rock like stormy sea.
You are the reason,
I can stay alive.
When it comes in season,
Drink the honey from my hive.
Copyright 1995
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