Under the Moon.

While we’re spooning under the moon,

Hotsie, your kisses make me swoon,

Planting smooches on love’s face,

Old as the entire human race,

Your kisses spark my hand,

Well met upon this land,

Lip syncing with such flair,

Love kissing Mr. Debonair,

Not really quantum physics,

Hinting of love’s metaphysics,

Romance blesses us each kiss,

Dear Hotsie, keep our timeless bliss.