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Inside of Her Mind
My infactuation has me caught up in the rapture, I'm anticipating the return of a man who delivers true love I'm trying to capture my beloved attractor, See he keeps me swinging like it's hypnotic, We go hard in the yard but sometime we frolic, He has that fire to keep me hot and erotic, Illustrations will ricochet, And bounce through my mind at times I'm having visions of passion when we kiss away, He keeps me sprung with the words off his tongue, and he sings the ' love anthem ' as his game smoothly escapes from his lungs, He let's me know i'm a beautiful smooth chick, and he gets seized and trapped by the movement of my hips and he's quite fond of my cuteness, And the sheets are our dance floor, We do the seductive hustle and he caresses and blesses me while the soft musics down low, I love it when he creeps up in my gown slow, I'm yearning for his whip appeal, He kisses my lips to my hips softly down to my heels, I get love chills and thrills and then I spill, Yeah see he's my personal pusherman, I get high off his supply I can't wait until I goosh again.
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