LOST IN PARADISE
Mandela my love,
I want to be your Queen.
Counting the heartbeats
While leaning on your chest
Hold me beside you
With your firm grip
On my waist.
Mandela my love,
I want to be your first choice.
I'll make you
Sleep on my lap.
While my fingers.
Busy drawing lines on your face
Silently whispering
The latest love poem.
Mandela my love,
Take me to the highest mountain
There,
I'll show you my love
Beyond the horizon.
I want you to kiss my lips
Which always taste honey
And feel my hard-orange-breasts
When you hold me close to you.
Mandela, my love
Loving you is my weakness and,
Having you is my strength.
Take hold of my hand
And lead me to the plains;
The land of beautiful roses
Shining like diamonds at night
Then whisper to me
The sweetest words from your heart.
Oh, Mandela my love...
Am out of words
For am lost
In your 'Paradise of Love. '
I want to be your Queen.
Counting the heartbeats
While leaning on your chest
Hold me beside you
With your firm grip
On my waist.
Mandela my love,
I want to be your first choice.
I'll make you
Sleep on my lap.
While my fingers.
Busy drawing lines on your face
Silently whispering
The latest love poem.
Mandela my love,
Take me to the highest mountain
There,
I'll show you my love
Beyond the horizon.
I want you to kiss my lips
Which always taste honey
And feel my hard-orange-breasts
When you hold me close to you.
Mandela, my love
Loving you is my weakness and,
Having you is my strength.
Take hold of my hand
And lead me to the plains;
The land of beautiful roses
Shining like diamonds at night
Then whisper to me
The sweetest words from your heart.
Oh, Mandela my love...
Am out of words
For am lost
In your 'Paradise of Love. '
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