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May 2013
Fingers trailing my spine

turns me on every time

sweet nothings in my ear

gets me into gear

Kiss me with no speed

I’ll devour you with greed

Set the pace to slow

I’m always raring to go
Written by
Susan O'Reilly  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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