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…. was it me on that Saturday noon ...

Hang my colours at your gate
when the day passes its peak

pleasure of the flesh
reciprocal pleasing
no limits
no
after a cup of tea
maybe

I remember your skin under my hands
excitement just kept astray
soft imagination of your sex

dreaming
my hand squirting me
feeling your taste

Die Gedanken Sind Frei
    Freiheit
is all I require

Desire
plain pure carnal
no more
Written by tartels (Rokin)
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