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May 23, 2006 01:42

His lips are moving over mine
His hips are moving over mine
And as his fingers trail across my skin
All I can think is,
I shouldn't be doing this
His eyes are smiling into mine
His lies are conjoining into mine
And as we jump apart when the door opens
All I can think is,
I shouldn't be doing this
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