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From his eye ( what you don't think part II )
Your eyes
Hungering for my love
Your lips
want me to taste them
Your neck
Begging to be bitten as you kant
Your breast
Harden filling of passion
Your heart
Bleeding of ecstacy
Your hips
Thrust and grind against me
Your insides
Wetting from anticipation
Your knees
Weakening from lust
Your body
Elegantly moves to closer to me
Feeling to breath my air
I turn my back
I walk away
Feeling fucked up are you?
" fool me once shame on you,
Fool me twice shame on me"
You destroyed me before
So- Satan with tits
There's the fucking door.
Hungering for my love
Your lips
want me to taste them
Your neck
Begging to be bitten as you kant
Your breast
Harden filling of passion
Your heart
Bleeding of ecstacy
Your hips
Thrust and grind against me
Your insides
Wetting from anticipation
Your knees
Weakening from lust
Your body
Elegantly moves to closer to me
Feeling to breath my air
I turn my back
I walk away
Feeling fucked up are you?
" fool me once shame on you,
Fool me twice shame on me"
You destroyed me before
So- Satan with tits
There's the fucking door.
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