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A Night of Pleasure
My lips were made to touch yours
The rosy fragrance upon your skin
My affection you'll always win
Your rough wind bursts open my doors
I count to 10
Grasping each finger
Wondering where they will wander
Across my glistening body
You moan like a lion, a voice of thunder
I know you desire
To reach the end of my measure
A night's supply
Of everlasting pleasure
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