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Not A Matter of Love
It's not a matter of love,
it's my turn to have you
"What's the matter, Daddy?"
Now take off your clothes
I'll burn you with pleasure
you will feel the pain
before you bleed
and then you will explode
your erotic daydream
before the widow of sin
as I sit on your belly
it's not a matter of love
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