Instumental Intimacy: Phone Sex

The world can see them We’re all peeping toms We get off on their P.D.A. How he cups her in his palms He kisses her nervous lips And she wails with each touch She loves how he touches her She swoons to his firm clutch They’re on full display A real live sex tape They put on a show for us perverts He’s all over her curvy shape Watch him grab her golden thigh Listen to her soulful shouts The quiver in her tone says she likes it The people like it even more, no doubt They’ve made themselves infamous Cause we like to hear her moan The man and his girl are devoted A musician and his saxophone

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