Your King

Thoughts of your tongue fill my mind,

On a midnight drive along the sunset line,

Not to boast, but I like you close,

As when the dawn kisses the coast,

Do not think ’bout moving that head,

As the rain taps the glass panes of our bed,

Fill the tank, now rev the engine,

Teach me the language of your heaven,

As it was when the world was young,

I your king and you my love

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