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1d
We **** on the cold ground,
fast then slow—no words, no sound.
I take you there, then you bring it home,
a rhythm deeper than flesh and bone.

A touch of heaven between your thighs,
just the thought takes me to paradise.
You feel so good, I lose control,
paralyzed, but craving more.

I make you feel it, change your life,
as soon as you slide, we slide.
Candlelight flickers, bodies collide,
love the way you move, love the ride.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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