OUR PEACEFUL PLACE
(18+)
I placed my hands on your shoulders Ready to devour the forbidden fruit I held them firm with wondrous awe Behind the closed door of your apartment The only place i could call you mine, where we get lost And show of our love for each other To the world we are just friends But in this room we are two lost souls That find their solace and healing between the sheets I try to stop myself but I love you with a love that's forbidden You make me feel like no man has ever made me feel before. I take a great delight to admire you All of your little charms that lure me to this bed again and again Even when I swear not to Cz with just one glance I swoon. I love your arms around me, lips on mine I want us to love openly without fear or reservation, but we can't, cz we arent meant to be Our love is forbidden For only in my dreams is our love acceptable in the society
2019-06-24 20:18:49
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