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There is little rhythm, there is little time
When you are not a part of my mind.
Your smell, your touch
Are such that I choose trust.
Your embrace, your face
In lust and haste, I desire to taste.
Take this place within me
A place where love will define our mystery.
Hold me, hold on, hold strong.
Lovin' you is still a thrill.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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