My choice
Taste of my lips is myst and blood
My dance is slow deep hot fire
Smile of black passion, sweet desire
You are my dream, but I will hide
I will say "no", then want "right"
You will try touch - I run away
My answer "no" - day by day
Please never ask, just look in eyes
I need your passion, want relax
You can't feel it, can't understand
But it's my dream - being yours and bland
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