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Kneel to me, cum unto me |
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Show me what this can be |
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I'm open, ease my flow |
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Scrapping of the tongues below |
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I scratch down your back, A sign of sublime |
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The itch of the twitch, our internal rhyme, |
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Take what you see, expect nothing of me |
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This silky flesh, a pulse beckons thee |
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Hands that slide, no emotion to hide, |
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A flick of a lick, your will shall subside, |
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No guilt for this lechary |
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Untamed are your eyes burned deep into me |
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I scratch down your back, A sign of sublime |
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The itch of the twitch, our internal rhyme, |
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Take what you see, expect nothing of me |
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This silky flesh, a pulse beckons thee |
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A salt, that stains my lips |
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Gently ease the hips |
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Bind into our sign of sublime |
