A Moment Of Passion Arms of gold, Wrapped around you, firmly they hold. Your hair buried in my chest, Such a moment of rest. Fingers running deep through your hair, Take me deeper into your lair. Noses rubbing, eyes are seeking, A moment to last, or just fleeting? So I wonder, oh my dear, Such possibilities, where do we go from here?
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