(Verse 1)
You're so horny and so sweet,
With a touch that can't be beat.
In your gaze, a burning flame,
You so gently call my name.
(Verse 2)
Passion's pulse beneath my skin,
Gentle warmth that draws me in.
Every touch, both wild and kind,
In your arms, all fears behind.
(Chorus)
Your touch, a melody so sweet,
In rhythmic flow, my tensions meet.
With every move, a sigh of ease,
Your magic hands - my glad release.
on the verge of a foul
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