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Yes


Yes
The word rolls from your lips
tickles the pulse of my neck
Your hands trace the curve of my body
Stirring the fire into a flames
slowly removing the fabric
That kept us separated
The warmth of your hands mold me hold me
Riding my mind into a storm
Your lips take me feeding my thirst
Yet draining me
The beat of your heart, becomes in tune with mine
Balancing, increasing the tempo dramatically
Oh how the pleasure of the passion leaves one
In a hopeless battle to say
Yes
Oh Yes
Yes
Oh Yes
Yes
Oh Yes again

Written by BlueWater

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