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Will you feel the rose,
I run across your face... Will you feel my lips Begin to take its place... ~ A fire burns a gentle light upon your silken skin, The heat from love we make tonite, it warms us from within... ~ Those wisperd words, we begin to say, are finished by these dreams we make... ~ Those forbidden thoughts, I can always feel, In end tonite, We can make real.... ~ In the purest form, at last I rest, As you lay your head, Upon my naked chest... ~ And Hear this heart, That beats in two, tears close your eyes, as It beats for you.... ~ Each moment goes by, And a memory forms... ..each magical moment, thats mine and yours.... ~ In love we make, With love I see, The love we feel, Is a dream to me.... A dream to me.... Your touch, I feel Your tears, I steal, entwine me with your love thats real...
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