The darkness of the night, it holds us in its arms;
As i look down into your eyes they are your fatal charms.
A bit of pain, a moan and then, my love i give to you;
When i touch i need not ask its like i always knew.
The sweet taste of your lips, the sweat upon your brow;
The movement of your supple hips, Two have become one now.
I never want this moment to end so clutch you oh so near;
I start to shake my vision blurs and i whisper in your ear.
My words sound strange, things i have never said, i wont ever take them back;
I mean everything i say that why you hug me back.
True love is a thing that most will never know;
The promise of the heart that you will never be alone.
2007-11-24
16:43:11
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