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Feb 2013
Her moans filled the air, and I filled her desires
Moments of weakness like this make my soul weak but you take me higher
To a place where defenses run wild and crumble
Not sparing each others feeling, hardly humble
No shame or sorrow, only a sinful tomorrow
Sleepless mornings, forever nights
No regards to what's wrong or what's right
Time not nearly of the essence, more so the essence is of our time
In here we are relevant, everything else you get the picture
Nothing make sense when I am not with her
Jorge L Echevarria
Written by
Jorge L Echevarria  30/M/NC
(30/M/NC)   
667
   --- and indelible ink
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