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This Kind of Love
Like the sand in hour glass
I’m afraid that this kind of love want last
A whisper of a love song melody sung soft with my lips touches your ear
And ecstasy tickles your spine as I hold you near
See I knew every since our eyes and lips met
That you would be the only woman hard for me to forget
And you should have known that once your eyes met mine
How one day soon our bodies would intertwine
With my muscular masculine pressed against your feminine fashion
How desirable debts would be paid out in precious passion
I now anoint your joints inside of your vaginal walls
As you make me tipsy when reading my loins like a gypsy
As you sweat it runs down your face and down your breast
As you sweat it runs down your back and frost covered glass
Moans and groans be the sound in the night air
For we are now doing things we thought we would never dare
Hmm…like the sand in an hour glass
I am afraid that this kind of love just want last.