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Soft words and unspoken terms You're like Mystery, it moves within you Soft lips and your mystic hips They move Beautifully, with form and passion Rough guile, and your cunning style You are Duplicity, tricking my senses
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Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 9:09 PM UTC
I Dream of "We"
Soft words and unspoken terms You're like Mystery, it moves within you Soft lips and your mystic hips They move Beautifully, with form and passion Rough guile, and your cunning style You are Duplicity, tricking my senses
Not exactly a finished piece...but it is what it is.
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Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 9:09 PM UTC
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