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This spot, This is my favorite spot, On you. Just this little patch, Top side of your hip. Everything good happens right here, At a party, when I can't stand you not being close, I grab that spot, and pull it in to me; All the sudden my best friend is there. Whenever I'm sad, All I need is to rap my arm around, Lay my my hand against it, And suddenly I'm imbrased. Swallowed up by love. When I'm with you, And I grab you from behind, That's where I reach. Imagine, If this one little spot. Top of your hip, Can bring me so much joy, comfort, elation... Imagine you All of you And how much you do for me... Every day...
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
**** Spot
This spot, This is my favorite spot, On you. Just this little patch, Top side of your hip. Everything good happens right here, At a party, when I can't stand you not being close, I grab that spot, and pull it in to me; All the sudden my best friend is there. Whenever I'm sad, All I need is to rap my arm around, Lay my my hand against it, And suddenly I'm imbrased. Swallowed up by love. When I'm with you, And I grab you from behind, That's where I reach. Imagine, If this one little spot. Top of your hip, Can bring me so much joy, comfort, elation... Imagine you All of you And how much you do for me... Every day...
hunter-miller
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
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