Stolen Waters

I am with the one I love but I can't stop thinking 'bout you he may kiss as firely....... but not as passionately... His embrace might be as tight but not as warm and cozy. I blindly follow this curvy road not knowing where it will end. Am pulled to you by the sensual lure imagine the explosion of lust experienced! confronted by this circumstances... I can only believe this is infatuation You are my evil sweet angel whose illusion just comforts me your face is an indelible mark that leaves me warm and fizzy.