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Angel? Surely he’s an angel; To bring me such delight. But I can find no halo; No wings to give him flight. So he must be a devil; Cause he’s wicked and wild in bed. But, though I’ve tried; I’ve found no sign, of horns upon his head. Could it be he’s just a man; Who knows a woman well? That could be… But for his touch, I’d follow him to hell. What is he? I ask him. Angel? Devil? Man? He laughs as he caresses me. I’m liquid melting; fires fan. Oh, God he is a Sinner. Oh, Lord he is a Saint. What man could make me burn; With passion till I faint? I guess I‘ll never know the truth, But he brings me such delight. That I am his both body and soul, We’re lovers; day and night. |
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