Desire
The Passion Runs Through Me,
Everytime I See You.
Like The Rain,
Through The Air.
To Hold Your Tender Body,
Feel Your Skin Upon Mine.
Softer Than The Dew,
On Sunday Morn.
To Taste Your Sweet Lips,
So Softy Aganist Mine.
Sweeter Than The Honey,
From The Hive.
With The Desire Building,
Like A Ragging Valcanio.
Ready To Explode,
With All It's Hot Passionate Desires.
Making Me Long To,
Kiss Your Little Body All Over.
From You Sweet Red Lips,
Down To The Tips Of Your Little Toes.
An Return To Do It All Over Again And Again,
As I Make Hot Wild Passionate Love To You.
For The Desire Between Us Is,
Hotter Than The Fires Of Hell.
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