It makes no difference at all if it's hot outside. I still feel cold. I need your fire to warm me up. I need to feel your touch. I need to feel your arms around me. I need to see you, to touch you, to feel you... I want that kiss. I want those words, whispered by you. I want to look into your eyes and see you're with me. And when our bodies feel the flames of our passion, I want to whisper the most beautiful and the sexiest words...
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I am concerned. If it's about love, I'm always concerned.
You go deeply from loneliness to this "burning fire" and passion for love. And I do believe your words. Actually, I would say the same but not tonight.
Lots of love, Sweet friend of mine.
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