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Feb 2010
I touch your hips, You hold mine, I kiss your lips,You lick mine,I kiss your neck,And massage your skin,I wonder what's next,I lust for a **** sin,The sensation comes at best,O yes when that moment comes,When my hands began their trail across your *******,Your the ecstasy; the drug I want,Im holding you tight: and not to gloat,But babe; i got you out of your clothes,My love; im blessed by the sight,I love you; prepare for a long night.
Written by
Wayne Mitchell Jr
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