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It's sunset again full of expectation for the forthcoming meeting with you |
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We were together last night and the juice of your charms is still on my tongue |
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It's as fine as a bunch of red carnations |
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Brought by me at that mysterious night |
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I licked between your legs and drank that juice |
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While your aroused cunt was shedding it |
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But first there were my hypnotic serenades outside your window |
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They forced you to suck your pretty toes and stimulate the clit |
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I took pleasure in looking at that picture |
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Painted by the brush of the erotic idyll |
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Plunging into the melody of tireless cicadas |
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Singing to me about the seduction of innocence |
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ß ãîòîâ òåáå ïðåäëîæèòü |
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Óíÿòü â ìèëîì òåëå ïîæàð |
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Ñåêðåò íåïðèñòîéíûõ ìå÷òàíèé ðàñêðûòü |
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Îñòóäèòü ìåæäó íîã òâîèõ òðåïåòíûõ æàð |
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You opened the window |
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And I flashed along your lips as a waft of night |
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Appeared behind your naked back |
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With flowers, the colour of the defloration |
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They sank in the blue shine of your ice-cold eyes |
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Arising undisguised unbridled desire |
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Losing your patience you lied down on the bed |
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And shamelessly spread out your legs |
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Oh, this splendid minutes of bliss! |
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You feeled sexual charm |
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And I licked you and bit your thighs |
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Sipping the red wine - pure fresh blood |
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When lust and passion satiated us |
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You fell asleep and I left you |
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I sank into the night and soon it melted away in the first rays of the dawn |
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It was the night of our carnal acquaintance |
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And now I am outside your window again |
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I see you dressed just in white lingerie |
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Almost not hiding your intimate secrets |
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È âîò ìû ëåòèì ïîä Ëóíîé |
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Ìèìî ëóãîâ è ïîëåé |
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Âñëàñòü íàñëàæäàÿñü ëþáîâíîé èãðîé |
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Ïîãðóæàÿñü â ïó÷èíó ðàçâðàòíûõ ñòðàñòåé |
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We descend in cozy shades of trees and hang in the air by the ground |
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You are pleased with our fabulous flight |
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And cold twinkling of wolves' eyes who gathered around |
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You are laughing when I undress you |
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And it rains down with carnation-petals |
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We are spinning in this rain |
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You entwine me with your legs |
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And sit yourself on my phallus |
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Then the rain of petals turns into the bloody shower |
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We fall on your teared lingerie |
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And the wolf's howl spreads through your veins like absinth |
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Orgasm reaches us wiping out your virginity |
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Whispering unbiblical prayers of further lechery |
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Oh, newborn whore! |