love is high nigh and we're running out of time.
emotion is both a sickness and an organized crime.
but irregardless ill take you quickly in my arms
where you will become the greatest victim to my charms
your waist would fall perfectly in place of my hands
where they would then meet all your bodies demands
but you know they would only try to break us apart
because love is known here as a transgression of the heart
i guess we'll have to be undercover lovers
but we'd love no other as we love one another
we've commited a crime of embrace
i commited a crime when i touched your face
and when my finger tips are brushing passed your lips
there's no greater crime than how my heart skips
peace always,
watsonTM
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Heart Crimes
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