| The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
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| Hearing you speak my name
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| Beckoning me to answer
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| Telling me you want me
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| So I tell you that you’re the answer to every question I’ve ever had about love
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| Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
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| Tracing your shadowscape
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| Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
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| All its divinity and I praise you
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| Because all of that is for me
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| I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
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| Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
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| Dripping down my chin
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| Your taste is something Godiva couldn’t re-create
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| Needing every atom of your anatomy
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| Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
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| Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
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| Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
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| In my daydreams
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| Seeing that face you make when you’re making me cum
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| And it makes me want you right there and then
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| Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
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| Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a
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| rock and your hard place
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| As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and
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| all I want you to do is extinguish it
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| You know my body like the back of your hands
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| And touch me and send me into ecstacy
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| My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
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| Body rising
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| Sweating
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| Panting
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| Make-up melting
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| Pulling my hair and
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| Scratching my back
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| I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words
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| in a four octave-range screaming your name
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| Aye papi… *English Translation of Spanish Lyrics* «You are so big and so
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| hard, you give it to me so good, you are my mortal sin.»
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual
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| I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
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| And I struggle
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| As you lick torturing me
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| I try to get away but
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| Not really
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| Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed
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| by my stilletos
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| Again
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| You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
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| And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me
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| Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I’m told
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| You’ve molded me so I’m good to no-one else but you
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| You’ve conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
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| Again and
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| Again
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| My face radiates with after-glow
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| My pillow scented by you
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| A fragrance which haunts me
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| My room smells of the best sex
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| Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
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| Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual
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| You f**king me makes me bilingual |