By B.K.
Date: 2002 Sep 21
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Sweet Talk

There is not an hour that passes
That you are not in my thoughts
My dreams
My every sigh
My whispers of passion
My prayers of love
I feel you as close
As my beating heart
You inhale, I exhale
You bite, I chew
I will not be complete
Until our lips meet
With your arms around me Darlin
And mine around you