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Dec 2012
Before the darkness escapes us
desire fading away
make the moment last
as night intertwines with day.

I long to hear your beat.
crave to feel your pulse.
want to touch the heat.
I am your fantasy.

My name falls from your lips.
I long to feel your spirit.
crave to touch your body.
want to be your lover.
you are my fantasy.
Edward Searson
Written by
Edward Searson  England
(England)   
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