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Crowded roomThere is want in your voice I can see it in your smile Hear you gaily chatter As all the while Your hand is gently stroking Now low now a little high Creating burning sensations Up and down my thigh I can feel my need rising I can hardly think Trying to control Escaping to my drink This room is full of others I barely suppress a moan Oh how I would love you now If we were on our own Silently discreetly With your gentle hand You are leading me nearer To no return land In this crowded room You have set me on fire Reluctantly I stop you Releasing my desire There is want in your voice I can see it in your smile We will sing a song together In just a little while Vote for this poem
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