| Kneel to me, cum unto me
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| Show me what this can be
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| I’m open, ease my flow
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| Scrapping of the tongues below
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| I scratch down your back, A sign of sublime
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| The itch of the twitch, our internal rhyme
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| Take what you see, expect nothing of me
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| This silky flesh, a pulse beckons thee
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| Hands that slide, no emotion to hide
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| A flick of a lick, your will shall subside
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| No guilt for this lechary
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| Untamed are your eyes burned deep into me
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| I scratch down your back, A sign of sublime
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| The itch of the twitch, our internal rhyme
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| Take what you see, expect nothing of me
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| This silky flesh, a pulse beckons thee
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| A salt, that stains my lips
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| Gently ease the hips
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| Bind into our sign of sublime |