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Mouth His mouth gently fondles her lips As he brushes her hair with his finger tips. He looks deep into her helpless desire Just to set her wanting soul on fire. (You did this) He gazes carefully into her lust As he feeds her every ardent thrust. His mouth leads her into a feverish bliss Just from the passion of one intense kiss. (I Let You) |
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