

i go around in circles.tip off rip off clothes on the ground you mesmerize that way you slip down i have tasted some of you but... some skin just isn't enough i anticipate the moan the groan that soft sound i can sense it now...i go around in circles.
it's not hear yet but it's not far from where we stand closer you bring me in with your hands... slowly
the trickle from your finger tips makes the
stresses fade the warmth of your hips makes me tickle you bring a smile upon my face, you make the world so simple
wrinkled sheets from where our bodies meet you keep me wa
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Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole.
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If the power of love overpowered the love for power, peace would exist.
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To be is to doSocrates. To do is to beJean-Paul Sartre. Do be do be doFrank Sinatra
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Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole.
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