I like where we are,
Under the jasmine tree,
With the smell of the ocean,
Mingling with the sweet scent of the white blossoms.
I am nestled in your arms,
Your warm breath on my neck,
Your fingers playing,
With my hair and the thin cords of my white dress.
Gentle are your kisses
And your words are music.
Lost in the scent of jasmine
And the ocean and my night black hair, we linger,
In the silver moonlight,
Until the first rays of the sun.
Under the jasmine tree,
With the smell of the ocean,
Mingling with the sweet scent of the white blossoms.
I am nestled in your arms,
Your warm breath on my neck,
Your fingers playing,
With my hair and the thin cords of my white dress.
Gentle are your kisses
And your words are music.
Lost in the scent of jasmine
And the ocean and my night black hair, we linger,
In the silver moonlight,
Until the first rays of the sun.
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