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Created on: May 04, 2009
MY DESIRE
I want to see your smile that says the devil may care
I want to see your eyes that say beware
I want to hear that laugh that makes me higher
come to me now, you are my desire
There is a flame that burns down below
there is a pressure that makes it flow
growing out of control, there is a fire
come to me now, you are my desire
I want to run my hands over your soft yet firm curves
I want to kiss the places that hit the right nerves
I want to do the things that take your senses higher
come to me now, you are my desire
I want to touch your face and run my fingers through your hair
I want to be hypnotized by your sexy stare
When I hold you in my arms, I never tire
come to me now, baby you are my desire
I want your kisses where it's a little dirty and seamy
I want your caresses where it makes me all hot and steamy
If I said I don't crave your touch, I'd be a liar
come to me now, you are my desire
I want you to want me the way I want you
if there is something that needs to be done, tell me what to do
If there is something I need to get, tell me what to acquire
come to me now, you are my desire
I want to be with you until the day I die
I want to dry your tears when you cry
And if you ever leave, I'll be the crier
come to me now and forever, and always be my desire
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