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No one knows it’s you I admire
No one knows how you inspire
No one knows we will conspire

The hypnotic curve of your hips, 
The sultry red of your full lips,
The caress of your finger tips
These things all set my heart afire

The way you smile when you touch me
The way your soul reacts carefree
The way you crave is plain to see
There in sparkling eyes of sapphire

The need in you as strong as mine
The lust is thick as we entwine
The passion seems hard to define
We yield to ****** desires

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