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HoursThe hours pass so quickly Every time we meet We pass as near strangers Out on the street Speak to me softly Speak nice and slow Whispers those sweet things A lover needs to know Tell me you need me Tell me you'll try Always to be faithful Even if it's a lie Make love with me slowly For you set me on fire A mere touch of your hand Fills me with desire Sharing our bodies Conjoined lying there Take me to the heights Quell my despair Make love with me gently Make my senses ring You please me so with Those gifts that you bring Caress me and hold me As together we touch For when we part I'll miss you so much The hours pass so quickly Every time we meet We pass as near strangers Out on the street Vote for this poem
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