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"I can taste your body lines
At my finger tips
Though you’re still so far away
ITragic endings now
Your breath upon my skin
And the way we used to sin

The breathing, the moaning, the screaming
Was always the best part
The lusting, the loathing, the beatings
Broke up endless passion

Drink another down
Drink enough to drown
But still I feel you breathe
Desiring your reprieve

Passion at its end
Dead, forgotten
Now it all means nothing
And always, it brings climax

Isn’t easy to conceive
But your body is an art
And lust is my inspiration of you.."

 

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