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May 2017
Pour yourself over me
let your molten lava flow
Melt me down to my core
Drown me in your heat
Make me want more
Once our passions unite
embers burn through the night
Make it worth more than pleasures afford
Scorching soul, connected like a cord
The fire lites, making flesh ignite
burns so good it puts the wrong in right
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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