Lean in a bit more, my dear Taste my lips, may I taste yours The sigh of pleasure, I long to feel Against my neck, the bruise of desire It can not wait, pull you into my lap Hand on your hip, guide you into a rhythm The heat, the dew of your desire Slick against my thigh, suddenly I want more How are our clothes still on? Reach into my shirt, free my breasts from their confinement Your
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