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Lust

That beautiful face
Still a dreamy haze
Pulling me through the crowd 
Seeking refuge some place a little less loud


Leaning in closely 
Breathing your scent in slowly 
A sting of desire
Built up slightly higher


Those lips so close 
No less than an ecstasy dose
Fingers curling
The world around you and I swirling 


Just one more step
Might just be the cause of my death 
I want to face it 
I need to taste it 


Let go in deep 
Take that leap 
For the feeling might sink 
Not letting you think 


Put your trust in me 
For this might be lust baby 
 

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Middle of the Night ►

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