By marsi mouse82@webtv.net
Date: 15 May 2000
The Hunt
I'm worried
What he does should be a sin
Just when I recover
He's moving for the kill again
I'm frightened
I've fallen in this trap before
He snares me
And I keep coming back for more
My weak heart will be his trophy
Mixed memories of heart break and bliss
I don't know how to fight it
Fighting an urge to be once again his
That voice that stills my run
Whispers stirring carnal sin
With a smile and a wink
He's moving in for the kill again...
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