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That terrible temptation, that forbidden fruit.. That good time, no rules or expectations..

Submitted:Apr 13, 2013    Reads: 175    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

Mr. Casanova

You sit across from me calm and cool

Theres a room full of people

But for a moment it's you and me

You get me alone

I'm suddenly paralyzed

Your talkative eyes

They say it all

Those sly hands

They're slowly gliding

You whisper sweet nothings

I grin at the sound

I melt at your touch

I knew it was wrong

But I couldn't escape

Your "love" was addictive

I tried to fight but I rarely won.


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