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Bitter Sweet
It's 2 a.m. My mind on you.
Can't shake this feeling. What do I do??
I drink. This liquor settling in.
As my mind begins an endless spin.
I'm wearing your favorite, red panties with lace.
My body hot in a glowing blaze.
I start to touch myself for you,
I'm into this, but are you too??
I imagine your fingers along my thigh,
I start to reach that ultimate high.
Your tongue doing tricks all over my clit,
I scream a little, I cum a bit.
I want to be shackled to your existence.
Can't bear to love you from a distance.
Please set me free into your world.
I have spent enough time as a lonely girl.
Take all of me, I'm in your hands.
You speak, and your wishes are my command.
Don't waste a minute for time is scarce,
Enough confinement which I have beared.
I desire silently if I may,
Hoping an exotic wind brings you my way.
Wishing you here under my lonesome sheets,
Where I cherish these memories, bitter sweet.
Can't shake this feeling. What do I do??
I drink. This liquor settling in.
As my mind begins an endless spin.
I'm wearing your favorite, red panties with lace.
My body hot in a glowing blaze.
I start to touch myself for you,
I'm into this, but are you too??
I imagine your fingers along my thigh,
I start to reach that ultimate high.
Your tongue doing tricks all over my clit,
I scream a little, I cum a bit.
I want to be shackled to your existence.
Can't bear to love you from a distance.
Please set me free into your world.
I have spent enough time as a lonely girl.
Take all of me, I'm in your hands.
You speak, and your wishes are my command.
Don't waste a minute for time is scarce,
Enough confinement which I have beared.
I desire silently if I may,
Hoping an exotic wind brings you my way.
Wishing you here under my lonesome sheets,
Where I cherish these memories, bitter sweet.
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