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Love's Sinful Game
Days come and they go
the thought of your breathe on my neck still lingers
like a sweet chill in the air
your intoxicating touch makes me quiver with anticipation
as our lips interlock in the heat of the night.
I wish we could stay where we are
Frozen in time...Our own suspended animation
Hours pass by and our time grows short
yet we remain intertwined
our passion ever growing in the midst of our love
We see no end to our enflamed passion.
Copyright © Keith Horne