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he whispers gently in my ear
sugar coated lies,
and i don't believe a word of it..
his hands caress me,
sliding up and down my back..
i feel a chill-
his lips upon my shoulders
and the cool recycled air..
my eyes strain in the dark,
making out the lines of his
muscular body..
sweat glimmers off his
smooth skin,
and i want to believe everything
he's ever said..



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On Monday January 30th, 2006, desekr8or (22) writes:
Well...I'm a man and...we're all pretty much liars, so ... yeah...what u said.


On Saturday February 26th, 2005, Twilight (2097) writes:
damn...i could feel every corner of this. beautifully spoken...with a deeper darker romantic approach.


On Sunday February 20th, 2005, blue (1756) writes:
atmospheric write here...a clear view toward a desperate longing for the truth in relation, well done. ~b



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