Wants

September 5, 2010
By Anonymous

The door is locke, the lights are dimmed.

The feel of fire as we touch skins.

Emotions gine wikd with a firey passion.

Wanting him so bad for more than satisfaction.

Wanting him more and more each time we kiss.

Like electricity running through my lips.

I love him and he loves me.

But we've mad promises to God you see


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