I’ve always dreamed
Of kissing your flesh
And every goose pimple
I’ve produced there on
Till I’ll touch
The sensitivity of your
Desiring soul.
Of kissing your flesh
And every goose pimple
I’ve produced there on
Till I’ll touch
The sensitivity of your
Desiring soul.
To fill you
With this passion of mine
Sometime and somewhere
Down the line
Of my sensuous secret dreams.
To express this love
I possess of you
Deep within
This aching heart.
Beating within my breast...
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