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May 2016
the pure magic i feel
When you lay your fingers on me
Not the magic id ever expect to feel
And the beautiful sounds you make
When me hips move
In such a perfect rhythm
You are a singer
So you know every song i sing
When your fingers are telling me
Wich note to hit
But when im pleasing you
You ask me if im a dancer
And im not
But you still wonder
How i move so smooth
Not as sweet as it sounds
Mirds
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Mirds  Texas
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