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Some Are Meant for Pleasure
Some meant for pleasure
It’s the reason they exist
Treat them as if they’re holy
Lovely saints within our midst
You were answers for my loss
Sweet lips to sooth my pains
You became my counselor
Releasing all my chains
It was with great thanksgiving
That I entered into you
Panacea for all my lonely
You gave me life anew
When we made love you softly moaned
And whispered quiet prayers
What could be more sacred than
Our illicit love affair?
It’s the reason they exist
Treat them as if they’re holy
Lovely saints within our midst
You were answers for my loss
Sweet lips to sooth my pains
You became my counselor
Releasing all my chains
It was with great thanksgiving
That I entered into you
Panacea for all my lonely
You gave me life anew
When we made love you softly moaned
And whispered quiet prayers
What could be more sacred than
Our illicit love affair?
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