I feel your eyes as you look at me from across the room.
I hear your breath rasp into the silence.
I sense your pulse racing as you reach for me.
You are passion, and you grip me tightly.
–1990
Passion–1990
I feel your eyes as you look at me from across the room.
I hear your breath rasp into the silence.
I sense your pulse racing as you reach for me.
You are passion, and you grip me tightly.
–1990
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