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Lost In Time
The hands of time slowly move
but I'm held back
reverting to yesterday's grandfather clock
lost, the bells, the whistles
the speed, the ease
sitting quietly with the breeze
in my hair, daydreaming
of my next seduction
of you
my nature girl
a natural beauty
in your own right
oh how i long for simplicity
long soft kisses
tiny bites upon your lip
my hands the breeze
a gentle tease
slipping into you
with ease
the tingle of sentiment
solicited in every breath you breathe
but I'm held back
reverting to yesterday's grandfather clock
lost, the bells, the whistles
the speed, the ease
sitting quietly with the breeze
in my hair, daydreaming
of my next seduction
of you
my nature girl
a natural beauty
in your own right
oh how i long for simplicity
long soft kisses
tiny bites upon your lip
my hands the breeze
a gentle tease
slipping into you
with ease
the tingle of sentiment
solicited in every breath you breathe
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