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Season of Choice
It is the season of choice.
The season I find my love.
Where embers thaw and burn.
Bring me into your season.
Into warm nights of passion.
Where passion ignites senses.
Make me feel your season.
Into warm and sweaty embraces.
Where embracing smolders red hot.
Make me love and hate your season.
Love that summer of wet lips pressing.
Hate that winter of letting go.
The season I find my love.
Where embers thaw and burn.
Bring me into your season.
Into warm nights of passion.
Where passion ignites senses.
Make me feel your season.
Into warm and sweaty embraces.
Where embracing smolders red hot.
Make me love and hate your season.
Love that summer of wet lips pressing.
Hate that winter of letting go.
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