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Your Essence

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Your essence Is so intoxicating Your presence Is so stimulating What can I say my lover? You are the epitome of tempting Faded became I After the touch of your love Jaded became I After not hearing from the Almighty above In the streets I am but a lonesome stranger Between the sheets You are a hot danger Your essence  Is so intoxicating Your presence Is so stimulating What can I say my lover? You are the epitome of tempting Breathless became I Once I saw your beauty Restless became I On account of my reawakened sexuality In the world I am but a lonesome traveler In love I am but a hopeless spectator Your essence Is so intoxicating Your presence Is so stimulating What can I say my lover? You are the epitome of tempting.
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Love

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I can’t even fantasize right now Something’s got me feeling uneasy Could you talk to my heart? Instead of my fantasy I don’t know why I’m trusting my heart more than my brain I can’t lie I feel like I’m going insane Is it you? Is it me? Is it lust? Or is it love? Not thinking about what I want Rather who I need All this dreaming about love Is making my insides bleed I don’t why I’m not getting it up I can’t lie This is the first time in my life I’m giving a fuck Is it you?  Is it me? Is it lust? Or is it love? I’m so forlorn Dead inside Time might corrode The feelings for you in one final goodbye Is it you? Is it me? Is it lust? Or is it love?...
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Hoors of Heaven

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To you, I’m just another Mohammedian  I’m just another person Make me believe  I’m feeling so faithless Make me believe We hail from the ex-non-believers From lucid dreamers Make me believe I’m feeling so faithless Make me believe You can make me believe In the Hoors of Heaven You can make me reach The heavens numbering seven You see, that I’m just a beauty lover For all things attractive I’m a follower Make me believe I’m feeling so faithless Make me believe We try not to indulge in the temptations of real life To have sex with only four wives Make me believe I’m feeling so faithless Make me believe You can make me believe In the Hoors of Heaven You can make me reach The heavens numbering seven…
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First Kiss

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Your temptations Insatiable My fascinations Unimaginable Your figure Unbelievable My temper Irreconcilable And I still remember Your mouth on mine in September Do you still reminisce About our first kiss? My lips on your lips My fingertips on your hips Your beauty Inconceivable My personality Ungrateful Your love Unconditional My lust Irrational And I still remember You smooched like no other Do you still reminisce About our first kiss? My lips on your lips My fingertips on your hips I found bliss on your lips And your butter-soft hips Do you still reminisce About our first kiss?
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Déjà Vu

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I'm drowning In an ocean of reminiscence  I'm falling In a pit of blackness You're calling I hear only silence You're smiling I picture only decadence The first time I saw you It was too good to be true The second time I saw you It felt like déjà vu You're lonely  In a world of torment You're homey  In a house of sacrament I'm worthy  Of your words I'm unworthy  Of your love The first time I saw you It was too good to be true The second time I saw you It felt like déjà vu.
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The Partition of Hearts

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Love's the partition of hearts And a plea for unity When romance is a border Separating me from you.
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A Prayer

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A prayer to make you a Muslim A prayer to make you a Christian A prayer to make you a Hindu A prayer to make you a Jew All the religions in this world Won't save us from ourselves.
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Looking Out The Window

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