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Nights Of Passion
by Shawn Pilon

When your hand is taken from mine I remember what I did wrong.

Everytime we are not in good terms a tear runs down my face.

I hold it in to show I'm strong

A little part of me wants to cry out

I try to forget the past, but my mind wont let me

My heart beats faster and faster.

The spark of love ignites me.

I become engulfed in passion

Your breath excites me

Skin as soft as satin

You are like a elegant flower found only at the ends of the heavens

You are Special

You are You

 
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Copyright 2003 Shawn Pilon