Marc

November 14, 2000


Golden skin, glistening bright
Darkest hair, black as night
Eyes like almonds, tepid pools
Warm my soul, breaking rules

Forbidden morsel, I must taste
So hungry now, I must make haste
I want to wet your pouty lips
Place my hands upon your hips

I pull you tight, your skin on mine
The heat between us is divine
You softly whisper in my ear
"I need you, want to have you here"

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