Slamming
Your waist is tiny, you face is cute.
I wasn't wining, your tongue's acute.
As we walked the streets of Moscow
Already knew what I would allow
You to do with me. How exciting!
Your hands, spirit are so inviting.
Good thing it is, I was not lonesome.
You seem content, your soul is wholesome.
What do you dream of? I wanna know!
What are you thinking, although don't show?
Right! No long-term planning! Way to be.
Go on slamming words 'bout you and me.
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