Running out of ideas to make you squirm To make you writhe with bliss My heart beats like the rhythm of a song As I try to think of new ways to turn you on The heat beings to rise, as I Wonder where to begin Feeling the need in me You are my world, my key Running my hands over your skin Feeling your body start to sing Looking into your eyes, there is a hunger there Slowly
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