zondag 12 januari 2014

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When our fingers tips 
and your ruby lips 
linger a while 

When that wisp of hair 
that's always there 
touches me, makes me smile...

When that sweet caress 
over which i obsess 
makes me soar 

I can only give in 
to our beautiful sin 
I only want you, more.

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