ONJ!!! can you write a story using these Olivia Newton John titles/lyrics?? Just for fun,people!!!?

Linda additionally has a well voice, however many times I feel she is straining her vocal cords to get to a couple octaves, while, Olivia turns out to regularly have the octave variety in hand. To me, Olivia’s voice simply turns out to drift with no trouble. Linda’s voice is not fairly as soft and it is extra ‘nasally’-sounding, relying on what track she’s making a song. I like Olivia Newton John’s voice bigger.

Please mister please..would a little more love make it right?! Just touch my cheek before you leave me..and let me hear your body talk!! (looks up into sky)..A million lights are dancing..i must’ve died and gone to heaven.

Clara, smiled up at him in her morning daze, and took in his tall muscular body, as he was dressing to go to work that morning. She stretched and coyly said,”(6) Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.” To which Marcus smiled and as he gently touched her cheek he planted a warm kiss on her swollen lips. “You’re my angel of morning, babe”, he whispered. “It breaks my heart to have to leave you lying here, but I have business to attend to”.

Clara giggled like a little girl, she loved having him treat her like his baby girl, so she teased, “(4)Would a little more love make it right?”

As he looked down at her pink cheeks, while standing beside their bed, he couldn’t help grinning like a hyena, “(1)I must have died and gone to heaven”, he thought to himself; “How on earth I ended up with this angel who has the mind of a university professor when we have political debates, but the passion of a nymphomaniac when we enter our bedroom”.

He stood there uncertainly, fully aware that he was getting late to work, but feeling reluctant to leave this slice of heaven that was their bedroom.

Sensing his hesitation, Clara teased further, with the comforting knowledge that Marcus owned the firm and noone could give him a hard time for running late, so she purred, “(2)Please Mister please. Stay a little longer, oh no, don’t say anything, just (5)Let me hear your body talk”.

And talk his body did.

As they united in the bliss of their passion, love and never-fully-satisfied hunger for eachother, they felt literally suspended in another realm where they were floating as one body fused together of two perfect specimens, amongst (3)a million lights dancing, around them.

THE END