| Down on my back
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| Down on my knees
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| Delightful necessity
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| With no apology for my curves, my behind
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| My belly, my sounds
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| Obscene as it maybe
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| Obsession has gotten me
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| Drowning in joy
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| Feeling high while I’m drifting below
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| Glinting surfaces mellow and moist
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| Take my up, take me
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| Let me enjoy
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| Feeling wanted and used like toy
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| That’s not bought but has been given
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| That won’t be kept hidden
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| And is too dear to be destroyed
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| Down on my back
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| Down on my knees
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| Deliciously dirty
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| Without apologies for my looks, my lust
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| My breath, my bust
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| Obscure as it may be
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| I’m observing the one who is me
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| Drowning in joy
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| Carried sideways by waves in convoy
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| Crying while I am laughing
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| I’m spoiled
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| But it’s good
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| I want more of this joy
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| 'Til it all gets so hot
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| It explodes
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| 'Til my cheeks turn all flush
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| And the flesh felt by hands, felt by hearts
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| Becomes pounding and red
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| Pure pleasure
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| No disgust
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| No disguised measure of quality
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| Pure appealing
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| No afterwards
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| Cleaning up
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| Nothing but
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| Summing up
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| Kisses and humming
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| Drowning in joy
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| Carried sideways by waves in convoy
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| Crying while I am laughing
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| I’m spoiled
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| But it’s good
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| I want more of this joy
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| 'Til it all gets so hot
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| It explodes
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| 'Til my cheeks turn all flush
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| And the flesh felt by hands, felt by hearts
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| Becomes pounding and red
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| As long as there’s joy
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| Lasting 'til we’re curled up in a coil
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| As were we one before egos unfold
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| It’s okay to let go and enjoy
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| In togetherness to be withdrawn
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| While the scent of something fresh and warm
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| Lingers on
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| Lingers on |