Strange
and complex is she who has my heart If only she'd take my hand till death does us part I'd lay her on a bed of fresh rose petals Her lips sweet and juicy like a freshly
picked plum Her sensual touch arouses my desire A mere syllable of her alluring voice would
bewitch a savage beast Her fair skin soft to the touch as my hands
trickle over her body Her sweet embrace is like a potent elixir Now that all my feelings have been extrapolated |
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© Vincent Sapone 2002 | |||||