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You hold me tight. Protected and cherished. You kiss me needing. Desire and wanting. You touch me loving. Heat and gentleness. You scorch with your eyes. Fiercely and enticing.
Give me one more night with you. I promise in the morning we'll be through. I know the love has been replaced. Give me one more kiss and one more embrace. How can we make each other feel so real.
Lock eyes across a crowded room Forbidden love Dreaming of those eyes Those lips Those arms That...
You entice me with your smile Your eyes set my passion on fire In your arms I come alive through the night will you survive.
A single kiss as innocent as the first shared by pure loves but entwined with as much passion, feeling and emotion as one made by longing lovers craving each others touch.
I don't know who's on who what time it is. If its hot or cold. Day or night. My skin burns. My lungs tingle with electricity. I need to be some were. And this women is my Destination.
Late night London town. Raining all around. Friends had left him there. He didn't care. For seated in the dark. The girl with the spark. They'd been staring. Pulses now raring. A dance upon the floor.
Grab my arm, pull me in tight Whisper that we've got all night Pin me up against the wall Make feel I want it all Let me feel all your body Pressing itself against me I can hear your tender...
You kissed me in the moment, In a hug, You had me. You kissed me in the moment, I bowed my head, You came in close. You kissed me in the moment, Both breaths were quickened, You smelt good.
He walked over and I felt myself blush he was hotter than hot and looked like pure lush. As he leaned closer I felt his touch my body ached and wanted him much.
Such a vision, pure Angelic, As you move about the room, Hair drifting past your shoulders, Humming soft a lovers tune.
I'm a hunter. I'm going to hunt you like my pray. with your mysterious provocative gaze. Our hungry tongues indulging there craving. Causing you to touch my skin. The burning of our flames.
Ok red, here's number five. I think I'm just about alive. I've taken pleasure and some pain. Can I really take this strain. Running fingers thru your hair. Hear you gasp, hold you there.
In oak clad vale, before time-weary flames a hundred bards, story-tellers, and those that remember those things long lost and forgotten, did meet but once every four-score years and ten.