I'd make the waves in the gentle slopes and the rolling down of my body
where you like rough sea
slides
caressing everywhere And I feel all
the friction of your flesh on my
while to get in the door of my backgrounds
and wish you and you wrap clings
sucking the tongue
the desire I have for you
block any move you make all your
gesture
your every breath rebel
curbing your wrists and your legs
bite after bite
I'll scream I'll enjoy
continue to dream of dying on my lips wet pleasure
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