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| Passion's Dream I moan as I feel His hands touching my skin The warmth flowing from The tips of his fingers My body came alive As he caressed The curves of my hips And stroked across my breasts I tremble and cry out As I feel his lips Trailing down my neck Blazing fire with each kiss My body arches high As his finger slip Into my center And stir the embers Passion builds higher And higher still Til all thoughts have Fled from my mind All I can think is More... oh please... more My need for him Drives me ever on I feel his body press Down into mine His weight pinning Me to the bed I feel him place his Eagar manhood to My center, his muscles bunching to thrust and... And I wake, alone, Lying in my cold And lonely bed Crying out with the loss Again my mind Has betrayed me Again I wake to The emptiness of my life I rise from my bed And huddle in my chair |
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