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Your soft hands caress my cheek
So tenderly, slow..
I can feel the lust running through your fingers
He grabbed my innocence so feverishly..
But our love burned with a fire so hot, nothing could extinguish it.
The day you tell me our little piece of heaven is over
Is the day your once strong feelings, words, actions..will sting me like a thousand bees on a hot, summer day.