Oh, you kiss my dry lips,
And I kiss yours back long,
By enjoying love grips,
From the sunset to dawn;
Eager kissing your neck,
Feeling trembling of yours,
And all moralities wreck,
After passions wild roars;
Nothing's better than that,
Nothing's sweeter of love,
Dish we always are glad,
Filled with tender above!
Love dish
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