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My life with women.

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The nights of passion

the days of passion,

the hours of passion.

A never ending sensation

that the end is near.

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Passion tiptoeing on eggshells

and shards of broken glass.

And always that knowledge that I

might run out of gas.

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The nights of passion.

Sometimes more passion.

I have passion for supper.

Passion with wine.

I take a generous serving of passion

all of the time.

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