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Late Night Call To
You
On the receiver you
talk to me
The words flow out
of my mouth
On the receiver I
hear your tender voice
Late Night Call To
You
I cannot hurt you
again
The patience you
have shown to me
Is this our last
chance saloon?
Your not the cut
glass of crystal beauty
You are the unusual
You are the Taurus
with the tender soft fingers upon my skin
You are the Bull
charging at me with your smoky kisses
Late Night Call To
You as your smile makes me nervous
The feel of you
against my body through the this Winter night
Love me as I
surrender myself to you
Two souls in every
way mismatched but loving as two
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