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WHEN HE COMES ROUND
That certain night in bed I'll be found,
For my lover is coming around.
He is the focus of my yearning,
For him I've kept my candle burning.
For he knows how to stir up the desire
That always sets my being afire
For the enjoyment a-bed ahead.
Like food on table for him I be spread,
To take his manhood deeply inside:
For he is my loin king of the pride.
His eyes and lips can feast upon me.
My bed shall rock like a shaken tree,
Between the sheets there will be action
To my goal of shared satisfaction -
Unless we decide to try things out
On some other furniture about!
For my lover is coming around.
He is the focus of my yearning,
For him I've kept my candle burning.
For he knows how to stir up the desire
That always sets my being afire
For the enjoyment a-bed ahead.
Like food on table for him I be spread,
To take his manhood deeply inside:
For he is my loin king of the pride.
His eyes and lips can feast upon me.
My bed shall rock like a shaken tree,
Between the sheets there will be action
To my goal of shared satisfaction -
Unless we decide to try things out
On some other furniture about!
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