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Last Night

Last night with bodies entwined, secrets were shared and promises were made.
I wonder what’ll happen in the morning.


Last night with souls bared, bonds were formed and truths were told.
I wonder what’ll happen in the morning.


Last night kisses lips exploring,
Touches lingered and tongues traced hidden spaces, love was made.
I wonder if you’ll still be here in the morning.

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