The smell of your skin,
The velvet of the lips,
It just makes me feel in,
Like beauty inside.
Keep touching this valley,
That fills my disire,
Don't be hopeless, just begging,
I hate dull dispair.
Your strong hand behind me,
Like a thunder through fresh air,
Such a fast feeling above me,
Will insert my soul so fair.
This wild look will confuse,
With dark eyes angel comes,
We should totaly amuse,
And that won't do any harms.
Your body
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