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 As I sit here looking into your eye's I see a man with nothing to hide A man who make's me feel alive With sexual passion that I cannot deny. As I sit here looking into your eye's I see a man who doesn't judge or criticize. A man who let's me be myself And fills my heart and soul with vitality. As I sit here looking into your eye's I don't want to leave from this paradise. Where are we going? I ask myself I keep looking into your eyes The window to your soul. Written by: Kimberly 1999   |
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