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He is gone now six months
No more passion in me
for when we made love
we had desires that were free

We made love right before
He went onto the Heavenly place
My Soul Mate was my lover,
Best friend, husband in every case

My body burns for his touch
as his father touches me
Though he is more my age
My husband and I were meant to be

He was too young to die
as that tumor engulfed his brain

I remember us making love
even outside in the rain

So as this man touches me
My mind began to sway
My body wants to feel him
lonely for him in every way

I have always loved him
Just not like my man
But, I am burning inside
I hope you understand

As his hands touch roam my legs
he knows where I need his touch
as he kisses me on my lips
My body wants him so much

Yearning for him to take me
I moan as he embraces me all over
this has to be our secret
he wants to be more than my lover

Our bodies burns with desire
Lusting for that deep embrace
he can tell I can't say no
by the look on my face

his touch begins to burn me
we know that this is wrong
though no one else can see us
our faith in God is strong

I push him away
he knows I don't want to
as he pulls me in his arms
we know we have to be through

Our lust still alive
we both sigh in each other arms
he squeezes me one more time
pressing me with his charms

I feel his boldness against me
wanting to turn around
still moaning from his touch
as we still both make a sound

we fall asleep in each other's arms
knowing that when we do awake
our passion may overcome us
and sweet love we will make

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