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Friends to the end...

Thats what I thought, till lust linger in the air,

hot and heavy it came to me, in my sleep...

it started to wisper your name, so softly in my ears

Our friendship made us lust in the night of the luna moon

we craved each other more than our minds could handle...

we begian to touch each other, making the other hot,

This was the end,of a soft talk to a passion of fire...

our blood roasted in our vains, as we touched making it

endless....this came to the point of no return

We will lust for each others flesh, for now till

time would end, a memory of hot passion. In the secrets of

our minds, we will never forget that moment that our bodies let go

and unleash the moment of no return. It all changed, making it something

different, something new, something wonderful...it became a close

friendship, that will never be forgotten, now we are apart of each other

and everyone we had lusted for, but in the mind of this poet, you became the

first thought and the first touch, that come to mind...

what sweet sin, brings sweet pleasure? I ask myself that question,

and I can't think of anything so desiring than listening to you moan,

as give you the pleasure I wish for you to desire....you sweet voice goes deep

in the mind of this poet, what can I say......you are my exstacy!



by Diana Henley