Have you ever been in the moment,
Lying next to beauty and stole it,
Lusting in strong fashion,
Call it the heat of passion.
Clenched fists and curling toes,
Blood rushing and eyes closed,
Time slows and flies by,
Temperture will rise,
We burn,
Burn love through our hearts like beautiful art on a canvas,
Like the motion in the ocean because my flow is too sick.
I stick to ur mind like you stick to my heart,
And I hope this lust wont tear our friendship apart!
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