Lovers' Heated PassionIn this cold midnightHe cradles her in his armsWhilst his fingers trail down her bodySoothed by his touchShe fades into euphoriaA shiver runs down her spineAs he caresses her erogenous zonesThrilled by desireShe softly kisses his lipsAnd pulls his body closer to hersHer hips eclipsedHer legs wrapped around himYearning for satisfactionShe gentle licks up his neckThen whispers to him, make love to meHeated with passionHe lusts the sameHis body excitedStiff in the mainHe glides against herGaining a momentous flowPursuing productive stimulationSweet noises made, she moansThe sweat of their
God's Answering MachineLost and troubled, I dialled the toll-free number 1800-I-AM-GOD, only to hear an automated message from Gods answering machine saying:You have reached the message box of the invisible man in the sky with magical powers. Unfortunately he is busy performing miracles and fulfilling the prayers of people he loves more than you, but if you leave your name and telephone number, he will get back to you as soon as possible. So I left a message, and now, 10 years later, he has not called back.
ShatteredYou shatter me to smithereensAs I find out the bitter brimming truthBehind your sweet little lies.
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