A story of passion. 

As I lay on this bed of dreams and sweat
With four walls if they could only talk
If they could help me remember all of the times evey man remembers from his yournger years.
The love embraces the breathes of passion
The walls could still smell the sweat and regret.
The interlocked eyes never straying never the absolute complancencey the bodies absolute deisre for more
for the conection of two.
The griping fear if it never happened agian.
The tearing feeling in your chest that your body makes you fear the most.
lose of home lose of lim anything but that feeling of being torn abart of being left with nothing. 
Your body makes you do anything to stop it to beg to plead to grovel on the ground for even a glimpes of hope.
When it does return your body remembers your body burns it into your brain
when two people come together there bodies do the talking thier bodies know what to say they promies to never stop to never end to always come back to meet agian for one more story of passion to share together 








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