Passions Kiss
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Crimson Love
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I lie a kiss upon thy lips,
Sweet and full of desire,
the sweet carress of our dancing tounges,
Words of love not said... but sung,
Every touch, a rythmic pattern,
Every word uttered, full of sympathetic love,
Our bodies melting together,
In this fire of lust.
Burning the flesh, making us one,
Enjoying the pain, Watching it run,
Loving this game, Its become to much fun.
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