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Isolated Lust
5 April, 2018
Author: Mental

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The early morning was froze
But you kept me warm
Way above the point of boiling
Higher then the norm.
Your eyes struck like a hammer
And my isolated lust was about to flee
And if lust and passion were a crime I'd be in the slammer
You might as well throw away the key.
I started to feel places I never felt
I kissed lips so new
I started to melt.

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