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She Shadows Me
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Killing me softly with a quickened pace
Her face, so perfectly entwines my hands
I understand she is just a woman, more than man
Whispers contradict the storm lusting from beyond the window
Touching with her purity, sweet spring seduction
..She..Shadows..Me..

Never quite the same in reality
My dreams seem so far from what I write
Caught in between her mind, and the power of her body
Erection of two souls, she makes me surrender
Glistening as moos bathe in her naked wonder
..She..Shadows..Me..

A complexion so warm, trapping me in ecstacy
I endulge insider her reflection of what a woman should be
Flowing hair, caressing my melody of love
Her hands travel my spirit to the edge of the world
I am lost in sex, until I die within her eyes
..She..Shadows..Me..

My first, my last, my all that makes a man love
Call me once more, show me the sun again
I Wait for her to rise, morning kisses the life goodbye
With eyes wide, I awaken to find her gone like the nights memories
It was just a dream, toying with my reality, and still
..She..Shadows..Me..

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