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your hand on my waist i found my place looking at your nervous face don't want you to give me space don't let our love go to waste i want you to proceed with haste darling, you have me and my lace stop letting your thoughts doubt love's taste spread out under you like a sweet candy paste wonder who will win the race i've fallen into your embrace i won't become Love's Disgrace so finish me slowly, but with utmost haste.
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
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your hand on my waist i found my place looking at your nervous face don't want you to give me space don't let our love go to waste i want you to proceed with haste darling, you have me and my lace stop letting your thoughts doubt love's taste spread out under you like a sweet candy paste wonder who will win the race i've fallen into your embrace i won't become Love's Disgrace so finish me slowly, but with utmost haste.
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
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