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Sparks
I begin with her ear,
And if she’s like me,
Just a tug on her lobe
Fills her with electricity,
I want to map her out,
My lips have this urge,
To find every little spot
That makes her body surge,
I whisper my intent,
And how she blushes red,
She says my little venture
Must be taken to the bed,
Her bashful voice
Feels like a dream,
‘I hope that you won’t stop
Until you make me scream’
And if she’s like me,
Just a tug on her lobe
Fills her with electricity,
I want to map her out,
My lips have this urge,
To find every little spot
That makes her body surge,
I whisper my intent,
And how she blushes red,
She says my little venture
Must be taken to the bed,
Her bashful voice
Feels like a dream,
‘I hope that you won’t stop
Until you make me scream’
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