My curtains blowing on a windy day
Rising up like a flying cage of honey
Sniffing and snuffling in between
Climbing on the walls to feel the crown
With my eyes closed, ears wide open,
I just sauntered into that flying cage
Now I can see and hear you whistling
You are humming for me and me alone,
While your hands are holding me sweetly
And making me feel your warm touch.
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