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Lust

I struggle within myself to know the difference, A constant battle of truth, Love, Lust, Love, Lust, My hands quiver, My head spins, My heart throbs when you are near, holding me tightly against your hardened chest, I feel your hear throb too. Our eyes connect, our bodies clash together in spasm, You grip the satin sheets and groan, You don't have the same struggle as I. love a false pretense seen in your dark eyes before we touch.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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