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Two in the morning
My soul was hanging on his wine glass
He smirked as he grabbed my ass
One night of secret and lies between my thighs
I smiled as I looked into his eyes
Betrayal was my guide
My heart cried
He held my chin and whispered, "let's do it again"
My self doubt was in
He smirked as he grabbed my ass
One night of secret and lies between my thighs
I smiled as I looked into his eyes
Betrayal was my guide
My heart cried
He held my chin and whispered, "let's do it again"
My self doubt was in
Published 4th Jan 2020
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4th Jan 2020 9:33am
Sums up a good many drink led flings 'My soul was hanging on his wine glass'.
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- Edited 29th Apr 2020 5:45pm
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25th May 2020 10:52pm
I like the hint about what seems to be a forbidden rendevous and yet it felt good to be fully emerged.
Well penned Kara.
Well penned Kara.
