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Feb 2010
Touch me here,Ill touch you there,I kiss your face,I touch your hair,I grab your hips,And your body,A **** grip,Candle wax,And less clothing,The conclusion,The ending im loathing, But now im gonna make you shout,Lets get wild,Turn that light out.
Written by
Wayne Mitchell Jr
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