red lips of her, her mouth They call to me Her mind is mine, her flesh my kind Warm, soft, smooth, mine I lack for naught Her, her mind welcomes my
find The red lips of her mouth - they call to me Her mind is mine Her flesh my kind Warm, soft, smooth, mine! I lack for nought Her mind welcomes my
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