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Doesn't Love Mean Special Things To Me

Lay your dreamy head on this warm chest, breathe on your darlings saw 2F in your vanity and you can hug and kiss beating heart; let this caress be the same caress of the silver moonlight that shines! Doesn't love means special things to me... while I make you tremble with delight? It's beautiful to dream together and be be taken to another universe so bright! Stay awake and discover a silence never felt, a splendor never seen; and for once be a crowned queen, who's glad to share my indulgence! Doesn't love mean special things to me... whenever I kiss you and give you a hickey? Would it be too demanding and too quickly? You can stop anybody you wish, not me! Live for the present, because happiness can't be promised to anyone, anytime; don't wait for the man of your dreams... because he's been here all the while!

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