Un Petit Jeu Un Tour De Main
touching myself thinking at you
makes me hear your voice in my mind sometimes,
believe it or not, I can feel the smell of your skin woman
and all those feelings generate an explosion of another feelings
this is burning my skin bombing my flesh again and again
till I get myself wet just like a thought to the rain of these words
slipping down on your breasts loosing themselves
between your sexy legs deeper and deeper
disturbing your clean waters
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