Underneath the motherly Moon
Our silliness seems like a boon.
We're playing like two innocent kids,
Our treasure map inked on our eyelids.
Let me hold your delicate hands,
And put together our foreheads.
If you want me to lead this dance,
We would smooch each other in a glance,
Until we both get imbued by desire,
Let us be forever bound, by a golden wire.
