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Mar 2011
I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.
© Marcus Lane 2010
Marcus Lane
Written by
Marcus Lane  Thanet, Kent, ENGLAND
(Thanet, Kent, ENGLAND)   
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