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Mar 2015
Hands right,
my temperature is about to disease,
how did we get here?

That exactly isn't what I think...

If I take your shirt out I know what to do when I do,
all I need is a slow move.

If I kiss your neck, my ear it's best place to breath.

Babe, all I do comes deep in.
Babe, all I want to feel it's you in.

But babe, If I look at you, you stare away.
Jessika
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