broken hearts, and troubled minds
they always cry,
i look in to your eyes and see us,
sweating a river as we do the
horziontal tango ,
breathin hard but moaning softly,
and feelin our heartts beat as loud as a canon, fireworks as you touch me,
each thrust harder and faster with more and more passion, then they slower
as are rough and erotic night come to and end.....
never to see each other again...
 
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