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Passion |
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Soft, your kisses on my face, Your breath upon my skin. The flame of passion, burning now, Its fire, deep within. |
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Your gentle fingers trace the path, Along our passions road. Bringing us unto the point, Of passions overload. |
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Climbing mountains of desire, The heat of love, it burns. Swept along on waves of lust, Till sanity returns. |
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Climbing higher, thin the air, Breathless now are we. Stars explode, overload, Moment...spirits free. |
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Lying here, together now, In loves afterglow. This dream will end, I will awake, Every time, I know..... |
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Copyright Dreambeliever 2001 |
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