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Perfect Lover

The scent of my perfume
Lingers in your room.
Stray strands of my long hair
Lay across the pillow there.
An impression of my body
Outlined in the sheets.

My lipstick still on your lips,
Your body still covered with sweat,
Your heart still pounding in your chest,
There is no way you can forget. . .

My hand in your hand,
Your eyes gazing into mine,
Our bodies again intertwined,
Returning to ecstasy another time.

© 2003 bounce.to/blacklabb

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