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Passion copyright 1998


I wanted to know the taste of her,
The scent of her,
As she climbed to the height of passion,
Looking down on me,

I wanted to be all to her,
Friend, protector, companion, lover.
When she thinks of me,
I want her to forget where she is,
Losing her thoughts,
In fantasies of me.

I want her to demand of me,
Teach me,
Explore of me,
So that heights never cease,
The excitement, never still.




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