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A new love......possibly
A new love...possibly
The feeling comes across you, you get a certain need, she devours all your senses, you get over come with greed
You want to have her close to you, her smell it grasps your soul, you'd do anything to have her, to kiss her is your goal
To taste her lips to share her tongue, to stroke her luscious curves, you know that she's too good for you and more than you deserve
But desire has taken over you, your confidence is high, you go over to talk to her or at least that's what you try.
From over a foot away her favorite perfume fills your nose, she smells like a flower, she is a special Rose
Her eyes are captivating, she has you in a trance, you share a special moment, you even have a dance
Your hand wraps round her body, as you glide around the floor, her warm breath flows over you, inside he begs for more
Soon the evening ends, she turns and walks away, then she stops and turns, she walks right back and then she starts to say
"Thank you for the evening, pass me your mobile phone" she pushed in some digits and then your left alone.
Ron
The feeling comes across you, you get a certain need, she devours all your senses, you get over come with greed
You want to have her close to you, her smell it grasps your soul, you'd do anything to have her, to kiss her is your goal
To taste her lips to share her tongue, to stroke her luscious curves, you know that she's too good for you and more than you deserve
But desire has taken over you, your confidence is high, you go over to talk to her or at least that's what you try.
From over a foot away her favorite perfume fills your nose, she smells like a flower, she is a special Rose
Her eyes are captivating, she has you in a trance, you share a special moment, you even have a dance
Your hand wraps round her body, as you glide around the floor, her warm breath flows over you, inside he begs for more
Soon the evening ends, she turns and walks away, then she stops and turns, she walks right back and then she starts to say
"Thank you for the evening, pass me your mobile phone" she pushed in some digits and then your left alone.
Ron
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