we'll make love, we'll make babies

If the clouds could gather all of her lovely strength this moment

And shame the distant Rivers that deprive us a pool of water

If the chilly air could softly dance across the roofs and panes

And time would stop boasting of his speed when he walks

If nature could open her doors of splendor and beauty tonight

And every young man rejoices in the wife of his youth

We’ll rekindle passion, we’ll restore inspiration

We’ll rebuild ecstasy so true beyond the wildest dreams of Mortals

Touch me my spouse with the wonderful hands of your love

Let me come into you, for in you is a corridor to pleasure

Sweet paradise, allow me into the treasures of your bodies

Take me in, and let me walk like a king invited by his queen.

If the sky would annoyingly be brave this moment

And bar the stars and moon from resting on her bed

If the rain could fall freely without holding an aorta of grudge

And the wind blows cool to every tree and cities

If all eyes could close the day for some rest

And the oceans could stop hitting the sands and stones

We’ll make heat, we’ll make love

We’ll makes babies born in the beauty of summer

Kiss me my king with the sweetest part of your lips

Let our tongues twist and tweak, mingle at every angle

Fondle my breast and find me a path between your thighs

Touch my body, like your every breath depends on me.

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I am a Christian to the extent that I concur with Saint Paul in saying, “And if I have the gift of prophesy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge and have not love, I am nothing”. I am a Buddhist to the extent that I realize, with Gautama, that only when a man forsakes all his desires is he really free. I am a Jew to the extent I believe profoundly in the saying. “ Hear, O Isreal, the Lord our God is one.” I am a Hindu to the extent of believing and practicing the kingly science of Yoga, the science of Union with the spiritual Self. I am a Mohammedan to the extent that I rely on Allah above all else. And finally, I am a follower of Lao-Tzu to the extent that I accept his perception of the strange paradoxes of life. I will not walk with Christians into an exaltation of truth above what Christ teaches, those words that have life and death in them. I will not walk with a Buddhist into a denial of the beauty and pleasure which existence holds for me. I will not walk with Jews ...

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