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Skin soaked reminiscing we sit here looking face to faceand for the first real timeeyes are lockedbalancing between this need of ours. The pulse quickensI cannot erasethese feelingsmixed with the warm raysour treasure source,you undresses,curled now in the dunes. With nothing morethan the jealous orbyou invite me closerof course I layin the armsof a sun-drenched…

Balancing need against wantyesterday when I fell in lovethere was this sidewhere I had no real choiceso I sipped and watched her. She closed the doorI watched her undresspaying special attentionto the onewho has a million different looks. She’s pretty at any hour,and I swear,I’ll wait a lifetime as she struggles to sleep. I’m love-sick…

It’s sometimes too hardto say exactly wherethe girl is coming fromwhen all I truly knowshe sits on the top of my tongue. Her name is never farshe asked if I’d travel180 miles southwe’d have one of those nights the playful kindthat’s no longer allowedin this day and age. The kinky sidethe girl has this other…

My favorite drug of choicethe poisonous kiss coming from the girlwho wishes to do me harm. Her fire drugburns feverish this I already knowI need her loveto extinguish flamesablaze behind my eyes. It’s only thenwhen she whispers certain wordsthe pulse in my veinsbegins to settle and I feel warm again. It’s just easierto float through…

There’s truth in the attraction that moment when eyes are seen. There in a gothic vasethere are a grouping of flowers tied so tightly in the middletheir stems struggle to drink. Imagine the strong, sensitive handsthat had to be carefulnot to harm the flowers. The mind that picked each gemplacing them with cautionsometimes girls prefer…