Plough the Fields

Everyday I hug you and kiss youGoodbye before I go to workKnowing when I get home thatYou will be there waiting for meWorking in all weathersRain or shineHot or coldKnowing when I get home that You will be there waiting for mePloughing the fieldsBreaking the furrows upReady for planting sowing the seedOnto the fertile groundKnowing when I get home that You will be there isveçbahis waiting for meBreaking a sweat as I Gather the crops inPutting the grain into storageKnowing that when I get home thatYou will be there waiting for meOn the way homeI stop at the shopTo buy you somethingSpecial to say I love youKnowing that when I get home thatYou will be there waiting for meTo isveçbahis giriş come homeYou slave away in the kitchen Making a lovely mealFor us bothKnowing that any minuteThat I will be home to Be in your armsI get home from a hardDays workI jump in the showerTo wash away the Grime and the sweatYou join me we kissUsing my hands I gently Caress your perfectly Formed isveçbahis yeni giriş and pert breastsGently pinching your nipples Making you moan As we kissYou reach down Taking my manhoodIn your hands Stroking me making me hardWhile we kissWe get out of the showerWe dry each other offI pick you up Carrying you tooThe bedroomI lay you on the bedGetting beside youWe kiss we fondle With each otherWe spend the nightMaking loveWe finish we are spentAre bodies intertwined I run my fingers through Your hair whisperingSweet nothingsTelling you I love youAs we fall asleepWrapped in each Others arms