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day turns into night,
the lights go out as a candle is lit,
temptaition is breaking on me,
dripping sweat,
caressing her every curve,
heart pounding,
hands shaking,
lips moving,
her hair with the sweet scent of,
mind wandering,
room spinning with the thought of,
our bodys move in sync with a symphany orctestra,
high then low,
intertwind like a treble cleff,
left then right,  
grabbing,
pulling,
biting,
the music plays louder and louder,
what is this to become of,
and what is the word im thinking of.........
Banker, 2010
Allania Berkey Jan 2014
You're breath on my neck,
It replays in my head everyday.
Your whispers, they taunt me.
Your heart lies.
The softness and clarity of your lips on my chest,
Leave me restlesss,
Aching for more.
To be a fool
Or to be sane,
That is the question.
Our bodys intertwind,
But to afriad to truly touch.
The heart frolics with the mind ,
Leaving both fragil,
Weak.
To be a fool,
That's the question.
The breath which you leak, isolates my heart,
And manipluates my mind,
To foolishness.
To be a fool,
A fool to love you.

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