Within the hour it became the chance chance to bottle the moment you crossed my heart the time to make it stand still it’s a trademark it became the chance to throttle the opportunity of love, hope and romance which is just a sweet way of our flattery by coin the nature of this serenade to fulfill the fantasy me in you in the memory, in the vissisitudes of excessive indulgence of the first touch of the first meeting of tongue to flower the first meeting of the flowers’ nectar explosion and release to tongue the first intimacy of coitus within the hour it could become the chance to end our search for each other to fulfill the fantasy what our nakedness within an hour can create
