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I'm a slayer of her virtues

She  was  hardly breathing on the couch    
Filled with my vicious desire    
She   knew that there was no back home    
Because of   her  wings  burned with my fire    
 
Filled with my vicious desire    
Her   twisting body wanted for more    
Because of   her wings burned with my fire  
She decided  to stay with me forever  
   
 Her  twisting body wanted for more    
 Because of   her  wings  burned with my fire    
 She knew that there was no back home      
 She  was  hardly breathing on the couch  
 
 
Written by AndreasWicked (Le serpent)
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