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Make me yours tonight....
Tonight was set for our bodies to be one.
Against all odds, the moment when your lips touched mine: all bets are off.
The bed was set with crimson roses,
Coldplay on the stereo shared with a pleasure from you to be mine.
Just the moment of being with you fulfilled me in every way,
Your taste tempted me moment to moment yet when you held me in your arms the scent of your skin was and still is exotic harmony to me.
That night was the night your body lingered with mine.
Its not sex we were making between us, it was Love.
Stay with me,
I'll be gentle don't be afraid.
I was wanting to be in a haunting love capture with you..
The clothes fell off our skins
The aroma of your skin made me shiver
The bed made a cover for our bare bodies colliding against each other.
Its not the pleasure no, no that can be wasted away. We were intimate.
Occupying the elements of what made that night for us to lose ourselves to each other.
Our heavy breathing made a note.
(heuhHeuh)
Our movement made a grinding no other dirty dancing could compare too,
When you slept by me
I still remember that sensation
of the breath that escaped from your lips.
That night when we made love...
was our last.
I stand by your grave,
and remember your every sentimental feeling.
Of that night when you made yourself mine.
And I made myself yours.
Against all odds, the moment when your lips touched mine: all bets are off.
The bed was set with crimson roses,
Coldplay on the stereo shared with a pleasure from you to be mine.
Just the moment of being with you fulfilled me in every way,
Your taste tempted me moment to moment yet when you held me in your arms the scent of your skin was and still is exotic harmony to me.
That night was the night your body lingered with mine.
Its not sex we were making between us, it was Love.
Stay with me,
I'll be gentle don't be afraid.
I was wanting to be in a haunting love capture with you..
The clothes fell off our skins
The aroma of your skin made me shiver
The bed made a cover for our bare bodies colliding against each other.
Its not the pleasure no, no that can be wasted away. We were intimate.
Occupying the elements of what made that night for us to lose ourselves to each other.
Our heavy breathing made a note.
(heuhHeuh)
Our movement made a grinding no other dirty dancing could compare too,
When you slept by me
I still remember that sensation
of the breath that escaped from your lips.
That night when we made love...
was our last.
I stand by your grave,
and remember your every sentimental feeling.
Of that night when you made yourself mine.
And I made myself yours.
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