Stolen Waters
I am with the one I love
but I can't stop thinking 'bout you
he may kiss as firely.......
but not as passionately...
His embrace might be as tight
but not as warm and cozy.
I blindly follow this curvy road
not knowing where it will end.
Am pulled to you by the sensual lure
imagine the explosion of lust experienced!
confronted by this circumstances...
I can only believe this is infatuation
You are my evil sweet angel
whose illusion just comforts me
your face is an indelible mark
that leaves me warm and fizzy.
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