Apr 30, 2004 02:14
Love hath no passion like I do
Under starry skies I long for your touch.
Chance meeting in the rain,
Your arms around me, hips against me.
Lucy, the sweetest sound on this earth-
Is you soft moaning breaths as I rub myself
Up and over and around your beauty.
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Unfortuantely I have to say
That even though you have many in thrall
My answer must be nay.
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My heart is broken
but I will win you yet!
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