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Click hereYou came at me, storms ablazed,
I stood awry, stunned, but unfazed,
Longing for passion found in glory,
Of a woman's eyes, hiding a story,
I brush through you hair in vain,
With swift strokes to erase your pain,
An embrace,
Leads to our escapes,
From a sullen world built on lies and lost dreams,
Tonight it's us,
Fuck everyone else they can have tomorrow,
If they have the courage to steal it from us,
Lips find lips as fingertips caress soft skin,
Reaching for what's burning within,
Garments hit the floor and drape them in mysteries untold,
Of ones we've loved and ones we've lost,
Signing the deal to pay the cost,
If they catch we'd be unforgiven,
Forced to wear our shame like a backhanded albatross around our necks,
But right now it's about fiery skin,
Setting our inner core ablaze, as mouths find their perfect resting place,
Hands run along every crevice and groove,
I enter, you laugh, I thrust, you gasp,
Sliding down our labryrinth of ecstasy,
Two tortured souls longing for escape,
I feel what you feel, you breath what I breath,
Those beautiful eyes longing for release,
Begging and pleading, hips rocked to receive what they're needing,
You whimper in my ear,
Spine shivers as body quivers,
Give your all to me,
Let me pull all the despair from beneath,
You lose yourself and sigh,
Falling further from the torment that graces you,
But I'll catch you, hold you, whisper 'it's ok',
But I'm a world away,
And more wrong for you than you'd ever admit,
And I'll wreck you,
As I stumble to pick up the pieces and erect you,
We're left wondering what might have been,
But this is the world we're given,
At least we have tonight...
but it still shows promise - try to get a little more original language and leave tin pan alley alone, we all love Carol King. Ghost. Little Steven, Kim Carnes, the Ambulars, The Lincoln Squares, Arna Bontemp, Little shop of Horrors, Ian Levine, The Fantastic Four, Tommy Powell and even Cumslinger (is that you or did you steal the whole thing from the internet?) but we can find then on Pandora and don't look for their lyrics here. Hey, did you write Melia Trumps address? Or did she write Michael Obama's?