Hotter then hell

by tina   Feb 3, 2006


WITH EVERY TREMBLE FROM YOUR TOUCH,
A DREAM COMES TRUE.
THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE,
A MERE FEELING OF TRUST.
THE WAY YOU LOVE ME,
THAT MAKES OUR LUST,
LAST LONGER THEN EVER,
HOTTER THEN HELL,
SWEETER THEN A FIRST KISS,
LOVELIER THEN MORNING MIST…

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