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Clinging, don't mean to be
Love it, when you make love with me
Then I want it every night
It has me feeling good and right

No strings attached is what I said
Now faithfulness is in my head
Because you are so hot with me
There doesn't have to be another he

You are just for my soul
You touch me and passion rolls
Out of my heart and pen and hands
Because my lover understands

I want to please him all the time
He's got me writing my poet rhyme
He doesn't let me push too much
Has me waiting for his touch

Dream about loving you
Where I'm doing what you want me to
Be a good wife you could love
I pray for us to God above

You see I want to be in your life
Learn to be a reverent wife
To hold you in such high esteem
It's everything I dream

Clinging I don't want to be
Then your eyes look through me
And know the secret that we bare
That we can be alone and share

Then I may cling to your arms
As you fill me with manly charms
Or hold your head close to my heart
Because I don't want to be apart

From the strength you give to me
When you set your fire free
Can't help myself, those clinging dreams
When baby oh baby for me he screams...

10/25/1999 1130 cj

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