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Joy These Bells
All we could think of, was her beautiful heart-shaped glass
Upon the beach aside the pool amid the halls, she always
Knew as I gazed the air grew dense twas hard, to breathe
Rushing home unto the bedroom we'd go with, Madonna's
Crazy for you filling my heart her notes while she slid atop
Our white sheets; her velvet splendour in perfections glow
Parting love's cheeks ever glistening as she, her moans for
Us, caressing her thighs deeper this light my tongue a sigh.
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