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What you still do to me
Your body still sparks my desire. Turning my already evident passion for you...into a roaring fire.
You come home from work...I sense your need,
without a word I sit you down to massage your feet. Damn girl do you know what you still do to me.
You don't know yet, what I've planned to do next. So giving you a clue, I say to you.
"The kids aren't home yet, follow me."...My mind filled with naughty thoughts of dirty deeds. I grab you by your hand and pull you to your feet.
I lead you to a bath already ready...bubbles, rose petals and candle light. To set it off a lil Isley Brothers gets the mood just right.
Kissing passionately as we wash your body.
Taking care.
In a few moments I'll take you there.
Showing you after all these years together, after all the tears together.
That playing with your body...is still my favorite hobby.
You come home from work...I sense your need,
without a word I sit you down to massage your feet. Damn girl do you know what you still do to me.
You don't know yet, what I've planned to do next. So giving you a clue, I say to you.
"The kids aren't home yet, follow me."...My mind filled with naughty thoughts of dirty deeds. I grab you by your hand and pull you to your feet.
I lead you to a bath already ready...bubbles, rose petals and candle light. To set it off a lil Isley Brothers gets the mood just right.
Kissing passionately as we wash your body.
Taking care.
In a few moments I'll take you there.
Showing you after all these years together, after all the tears together.
That playing with your body...is still my favorite hobby.
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