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Dancing in the kitchen
Step, step... swaying to the music.
Forward, backward, the tempo therapeutic.
You pull off my shirt and i tug at your bra.
A note or two more and we've gone just to far.
No mattress beneath us, our feet they still dance
Supporting our bodies as they melt in romance.
Forward, backward, the tempo therapeutic.
You pull off my shirt and i tug at your bra.
A note or two more and we've gone just to far.
No mattress beneath us, our feet they still dance
Supporting our bodies as they melt in romance.
Published 5th Jul 2015
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