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DECISION
DECISION
My thoughts, his thoughts
we're both lying in our bed.
His skin, her skin
a hunger, it must be fed.
This drug, his kiss
It burns upon my lips.
His smell, oh hell
pulls me into our bliss.
Slow, so very slow
I pull you onto me.
Hearts, two hearts
beat in perfect harmony.
Seconds, minutes
they will all just slip.away.
His eyes, persuasive eyes
captivate me where I lie.
His breath, my breath
left raged in the quake.
His lust? My lust?
a option not to forsake.
My thoughts, his thoughts
we're both lying in our bed.
His skin, her skin
a hunger, it must be fed.
This drug, his kiss
It burns upon my lips.
His smell, oh hell
pulls me into our bliss.
Slow, so very slow
I pull you onto me.
Hearts, two hearts
beat in perfect harmony.
Seconds, minutes
they will all just slip.away.
His eyes, persuasive eyes
captivate me where I lie.
His breath, my breath
left raged in the quake.
His lust? My lust?
a option not to forsake.
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