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It's been a long affair;
It's time we went somewhere
To a room we can share
In sight, sound of la mer.
To be alone's so rare,
Make love we'd yet to dare.
Our hearts were both in there,
We knew how to 'take care'.
Hands held, we go upstair
To our booked weekend lair.
You let down your head hair,
So Nordically fair.
To make love, we prepare;
We strip our bodies bare
Of the clothes we do wear,
Unveiling pubic hair.
From shirts to the pants pair,
Our clothes lie on the chair,
Their insides getting air
After a whole day's wear.
At each other we stare;
We have different pair.
You ask "What's this down there?"
It makes me laugh and swear.
It's time we went somewhere
To a room we can share
In sight, sound of la mer.
To be alone's so rare,
Make love we'd yet to dare.
Our hearts were both in there,
We knew how to 'take care'.
Hands held, we go upstair
To our booked weekend lair.
You let down your head hair,
So Nordically fair.
To make love, we prepare;
We strip our bodies bare
Of the clothes we do wear,
Unveiling pubic hair.
From shirts to the pants pair,
Our clothes lie on the chair,
Their insides getting air
After a whole day's wear.
At each other we stare;
We have different pair.
You ask "What's this down there?"
It makes me laugh and swear.
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