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Thursday Evening
Making love to the rhythm of this metronome
Serenading me with the sound of this piano
Cold air conditioning
Making these nipples hard
Warm tongue making them harder
Wet mouth in forbidden places
But I ask for more
I can't have her
But she takes my demons away
She rips my favorite black dress to help me undress
But oh what a mess
Kisses my neck to help me melt
The thing is I've already melted
I cry when it's over
We separate for only a night
But it's pure hell
I think I love her
Serenading me with the sound of this piano
Cold air conditioning
Making these nipples hard
Warm tongue making them harder
Wet mouth in forbidden places
But I ask for more
I can't have her
But she takes my demons away
She rips my favorite black dress to help me undress
But oh what a mess
Kisses my neck to help me melt
The thing is I've already melted
I cry when it's over
We separate for only a night
But it's pure hell
I think I love her
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