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If Love's a drug, then I'm an addict
you're my habit, there's no doubt
when you're not near, I just go frantic
thinking how I'd live without your smile, your touch, your gentle heart
You look at me with eyes that flicker
almost hesitant a look from you I know implies
We should be somewhere less public
somewhere quiet, private, warm somewhere that would let you flick
out of your cloths, into my arms
Yet we stay-no outward sinning
we make small talk I run my fingers along your thighs
So much more delicious (isn't it?)
desire that rages under cover till at last- at last-we slip
out of our cloths....into each other
"Callin Me by Artist Unknown"
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