Beauty is fragile, and time eats at it
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This passion play
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Smothered in effort, The thrash of naked limbs
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Glistening skin
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Close your eyes, the whispered sighs
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Frightening lust
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Sweet was her breath, tasted by mine
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Words are more effective when concealed
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Through the halflight on her body
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My fearful hands tremble their way
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Take me, anywhere that you like
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Hold me, deep within. Do what you like
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Take me, anywhere. Warm the night
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Take me, take me, take me
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With the lights low, and you naked on the warm floor
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Me besides you, softly kissing, caressing
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Make love to her while she's crying
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I could die now, and die happy
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The Trash Of Naked Limbs
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| My Dying Bride |
