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Brittany
2 Brittany
want to be
The light to your darkness
The key to your locked secrets
The token that holds the magic potions to all your emotions
The black aphrodisiac you desire
Exotic passion burned with fire
The burning temptation, tingling sensation, your erotic revelation
The sweet taste your tongue salivates
the quick pace that makes your heart race
In eden, your blue rose
Black dalyah in sierra leone
The pain from too much laughter
The happy sigh that comes after
That butterfly feeling in the middle of your stomach. The little voice in your ear asking how you want
When I enter the room
The cold shiver in your spine
In the night
The eclipse in your eyes
I want to uncover feelings you have undiscovered.
Re-ignite emotions from hidden from past romances.
My aim is to race fire thru your veins
Be that sexual enigma that drives you insane
The lust with your girlfriend you discuss
Girls night out I wanna be all you think about
Your all
the consumer of your attention
The source of your anticipation
The cry you call I want to be it all
I want you to be mine
Til' the end of time
want to be
The light to your darkness
The key to your locked secrets
The token that holds the magic potions to all your emotions
The black aphrodisiac you desire
Exotic passion burned with fire
The burning temptation, tingling sensation, your erotic revelation
The sweet taste your tongue salivates
the quick pace that makes your heart race
In eden, your blue rose
Black dalyah in sierra leone
The pain from too much laughter
The happy sigh that comes after
That butterfly feeling in the middle of your stomach. The little voice in your ear asking how you want
When I enter the room
The cold shiver in your spine
In the night
The eclipse in your eyes
I want to uncover feelings you have undiscovered.
Re-ignite emotions from hidden from past romances.
My aim is to race fire thru your veins
Be that sexual enigma that drives you insane
The lust with your girlfriend you discuss
Girls night out I wanna be all you think about
Your all
the consumer of your attention
The source of your anticipation
The cry you call I want to be it all
I want you to be mine
Til' the end of time
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