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when i touch the flower, the flower of sin |
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it is hunger i feel, when i let myself in |
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so starving and warm, all wet when i lust |
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the flower compelled, ready to touch |
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my fingers they wander, my body it yearns |
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my body it trembles, my inside it burns |
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my fingers explore, all over my skin |
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my body it burns, from the outside and in |
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when i touch the flower, the flower of sin |
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i let my soul burst, when i let myself in |
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i stroke and caress, i open up wide |
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i devour the icons, with my fingers inside |
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my breathing redoubles, my body it heaves |
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my fingers move faster, to please and relieve |
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i accept and receive, my pleasures inside |
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my flesh is in flames, my sex is alive |
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my fingers explore, all over my skin |
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my body it burns, from the outside and in |