Cold hands touch my back,
Soft as velvet and pressure they lack.
The smell of flowers and cigarettes,
Smoking Mary and popping Sam.
The feel of freedom and the speed of sound,
The ease of music,
The soft moistened ground.
What's this ecstasy?
I'm so blessed it's mine.
I feel this feeling,
It's so utterly profound.
I wonder one thing,
One thing I know.
Who gave me this,
And where did they go?
Gratitude fills my heart,
And I must thank them for their part.
They gave me life,
They gave me you.
Oh joy of joys dear,
I'm complete.
With you...yes I am complete.
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