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Wet, to the touch
you make me feel
Hot, as a torch
your sweet spot feels
My tounge is a wanting,
the you to be tasting
My lips are a yearing,
to be on your ear
Your soft breath on my belly,
makes my knees like jelly
Your tounge I am tasting,
this hardness not wasting
I lick your sweet skin,
I want to be in
Together, we are
As one in the night
Coming and going
It sure does feel right
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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