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Time For Remorse by BluesmanII © |
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Intoxicating wine leaves me nearly reeling, Sensations aroused, your touch has me feeling. Those erogenous endings of nerves now awakened, As we entwine, lovers, now giving...now taking. Curves of
your breasts arise slow in an arc, How many
moments, how long can we linger? The night
envelopes our sin and our pleasure. |
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