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They Say That I’m Cold And Unfeeling
My passions run deep.I am devoted to desire,drunk on our last kissand each inch of me aches for more.I am faithful but full of fire,dangerous but a damsel,dropping in and out of a dream,but always offering my hand,offering my lips,offering my soul to you.
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Saturday Night In Central
Soft street lamps cast shadows that we sail through,foxes fly past and through the park fence,faster than my phone can find them,and your lips find mine,just as quick. This is just a Saturday night in Central.Just drinks and dinner,then home to collapse into a kiss on the sofa,you reading a book,glancing over the pages and…
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Lip Gloss and Perfume
Roses wrapped around bare wrists,wistful sighs of sweet vanilla,wild passion, wrapped in jasmine,sending your senses spiralling,and your hands wandering. I am a Princess in your favourite dress,glossy lips with your name painted upon them,an endless echo of soft sighs,cinnamon kiss,enigma ingénue,unsophisticated but irresistible. Our eyes meet across a crowded room,and suddenly we’re all alone.You are…
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Storytelling
I take your hand and tell her our secrets,all of the salacious sighs that signpost the sensuous story we’ve been writing.Blushing and breaking the rules,we are angels with hellish pursuits on our minds,and I am down to drown in you,enchanted and obsessed by your whispered wishes.
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Don’t Be So Mean To Baby, ‘Cause Baby’s So Good To You
You must be made of stone,because you seem so unmoved,unimpressed by my infatuation,just a wry, dry laugh as you grab my waist and grab a kiss from the lips of your special girl.I drown,dreaming of you in the shadow of the sun and the mood lighting of the moon. I drown in your doe eyes,dining…