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Just a Little More

It was surely innocent when we began
A nervous touch but farther than
We have gone before

But we felt the fire began to burn
A feeling inside me began to churn
A lesson in passion
          I began to learn

You touched me here, you touched me there
I ran my fingers through your hair
Being burned up already
              by the thought of this love affair

And now the mountain I'm starting to climb
Something I've never experienced in this lifetime
Oh god, I'm wish there wasn't such thing as time
        I'm going            HIGHER

                        Higher

                  higher

At the top, it's a feeling of pure bliss
You muffle my sounds with your own noisy lips
wHAt CoULd PoSSiBly BeAT ThiS

I won't let you stop, keep going
                          you must
You have to please this monster of LUST
Hell, where did that come from
                    I'm no longer the sanest
But please don't stop, keep going
                                  You MUST

And no we lay here like snow on the ground
Gently lying on the ruffled sheets but
                                      not making
                                          a sound

Kiss me one more time, baby please, just once more
Fuck, there's the churning. May I ask for just a little MoRE?

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