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Baby Can I Hold You Tonight
Hold me close as you can
Strong arms to cultivate my Chi, found only in the comforts of this man
Allow fate to write us in the stars
A feathered touch felt in the absence when afar
My tender liaison understands the concept a woman from Venus, a man from Mars
Scribble our graffiti of passion among the majestic skies
I'll climb the ladder past the stars to tell God thank you, yet why
Maybe because it feels so good to have my mind captivated, and for the spiritual blessings in disguise
The infinity of destiny as we cum together, bound by the sweetest ties
A man who tickles my heart, as it pumps so beautifully inside
Subtle traces of his syrupy words, coats my existence
Smiling, blushing, flirting, getting high off the response that’s persistent
Softly ebbing at my femininity resistance
My walls is slowly tumbling down
Rapture on the other side I have peeked, salacious whispers when no one is around
Honey drippings when felt, this sugar cube does melt
With a slow pouring of him deep inside.. mmm, clenching, gyrating, inside my wet nest
Baby can I hold you tonight
Strong arms to cultivate my Chi, found only in the comforts of this man
Allow fate to write us in the stars
A feathered touch felt in the absence when afar
My tender liaison understands the concept a woman from Venus, a man from Mars
Scribble our graffiti of passion among the majestic skies
I'll climb the ladder past the stars to tell God thank you, yet why
Maybe because it feels so good to have my mind captivated, and for the spiritual blessings in disguise
The infinity of destiny as we cum together, bound by the sweetest ties
A man who tickles my heart, as it pumps so beautifully inside
Subtle traces of his syrupy words, coats my existence
Smiling, blushing, flirting, getting high off the response that’s persistent
Softly ebbing at my femininity resistance
My walls is slowly tumbling down
Rapture on the other side I have peeked, salacious whispers when no one is around
Honey drippings when felt, this sugar cube does melt
With a slow pouring of him deep inside.. mmm, clenching, gyrating, inside my wet nest
Baby can I hold you tonight
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