My curls dance with his fingers
Foreign winds brings familiar sights
Afraid of the HIM he would give
No worries of life as we drift
I separate on the tides
Only to be drifted back in by his smile
My desires are over taken
His browns eyes got me singing SWV
I lock out what's real
Cause this is a dream that's so real
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