Passion


Your body takes shape as candle light touches your face skin so
pure and tan makes me want to sin you move closer and pull me near
a sudden rush of fear for in my eyes your so delicate a woman heaven
sent i see your body with now closed eyes every inch takes me by
surprise my hands paint a picture while our bodys embrace a hunger
i can't replace as your hips fall into place a mounting pleasure falls
across your face my world stands still only for a moment everythings
right as love takes flight passion flows your heart to mine
for every sin you are mine.

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