The Countdown

A moment of love,
A moment of passion,
baby lets make love
until it's satisfaction!

I'm cold here,
you're cold there,
our moment of true love
is about to happen.

January is near,
but still not hear,
as we countdown
these days together,
remember my love for
you is pure, there is no cure,
you're my love
and my future wife,
but when I get home baby
it's going to be on and on
all night.

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