Its sweet the words he whispers,
To convince me of his loyalty.
I need no tender promises tonight,
Tonight the heat will consume us,
Burn us fullfill us make us whole.
Sweet, the care he always takes,
even though it is not what he desires.
His hands that warm flushed skin,
Leave trails of feeling, of need.
Sweet his caring, against brutal nature
His dark eyes hold sadness, hope lingers
As if love and lust hold the keys to his salvation
In the dark of his lovers room where no one can see it
I love you my sweet is All I can hear
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