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Bitter or Sweet Fantasy?
I want you, I want it all..
Is lust taking over my mind?
Haha, But like I care..
I trust you, I trust you with my body..
I want you to come slip into me in the night..
Romeo and Juliet, Minus the death..
It's taboo.. I like it!
She forbids me, and my mother forbids you..
You sneak to my window, knock to awake me..
Laying next to me, I don't wake easy..
Is this a sleeping beauty moment, kiss me awake..
Kiss me deep..
I feel your delious tongue, slowly massage mine..
Suck the tip, very creative..
Best Alarm a person could get..
Remove your jacket, make you warm..
Hold you close, as we roll back and forth..
Out of the both of us, I want this the most..
Reason because you are nothing more then a bittersweet fantasy..
I have in my sleep, I awake with warmth..
Wet as never before, atleast before you...
I want you, never may get you...
Should I seduce you? No that's something you're used to...
Knock, Knock, Knock..
For I was nothing more, then someone whom was torn..
Friends at my door, Some of them think I am a whore...
You are there, you stare..
Not at me? Something behind me?
No dead into my eyes, right to my soul...
Push through the crowd and tilt my lips to yours...
This is all I ever urned for..
Is lust taking over my mind?
Haha, But like I care..
I trust you, I trust you with my body..
I want you to come slip into me in the night..
Romeo and Juliet, Minus the death..
It's taboo.. I like it!
She forbids me, and my mother forbids you..
You sneak to my window, knock to awake me..
Laying next to me, I don't wake easy..
Is this a sleeping beauty moment, kiss me awake..
Kiss me deep..
I feel your delious tongue, slowly massage mine..
Suck the tip, very creative..
Best Alarm a person could get..
Remove your jacket, make you warm..
Hold you close, as we roll back and forth..
Out of the both of us, I want this the most..
Reason because you are nothing more then a bittersweet fantasy..
I have in my sleep, I awake with warmth..
Wet as never before, atleast before you...
I want you, never may get you...
Should I seduce you? No that's something you're used to...
Knock, Knock, Knock..
For I was nothing more, then someone whom was torn..
Friends at my door, Some of them think I am a whore...
You are there, you stare..
Not at me? Something behind me?
No dead into my eyes, right to my soul...
Push through the crowd and tilt my lips to yours...
This is all I ever urned for..
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