The Sun Breaks And Gleams

Dirty lines from a poem I once read
Made to titillate and squirm in bed
And now I want to share them with you
On a Train that left its station for good
Under the clear sky in the swell of summer heat
Over land and lake by bridge you see
There's no place we won't go should we meet

The sun breaks and gleams
To point out west and through fields
Atop the mountains through the rain
Until we feel the quiet of moonbeams

Erotic lines from the nape of your neck
Down to the small of your back
It's so perfect
It's so perfect because it's you
Made to titillate
And now you want to share them with me
On a Train that left its station for good
Under the clear sky in the swell of summer heat
Over land and lake by bridge you see
There's no place we won't go should we meet

The sun breaks and gleams
To point out west and through fields
Atop the mountains through the rain
Until we feel the quiet of moonbeams...