A Good Time For Us

A Good Time For Us short poem

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This is a good time for us
This is the time I should hold you down
And show you what is real love
You can Let them stand in the line
But all we know is that you are mine

This is a good time for us
A time to tell you this, Baby I still believe in us
I still dream about us
I want to roll you like my dice
And make it feel like paradise

This is a good time for us
A time willing do this, I want to be your life so you won’t die
I want to be your wings so you can fly
I want to be your confidence so you won’t be shy
I want to put diamonds on your face so you can shine

This is a good time for us
A time to do this and let you know this,You are deep inside my heart
You are the queen of my heart
Let us do it now,this is our night
Let us celebrate it, it’s a love upgrading time

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Preeti
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A time to love and celebrate togetherness! Nicely written!

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