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With your hands on my ass, and against the wall,
Your lips on my neck and your breath on my skin,
With your chest pressed against, two succulent breasts
And your impatience racing through your veins.
With your lips on my flesh ready to rip through my clothes,
Your knee between my sinfully white legs,
With your tongue everywhere and your breath close to sin
And the passion within burning to the surface.
You're impatient and firm in your temper and whim,
You're strong and quite forceful when it comes to the bedroom.
You're a man and a child, experienced and terrified,
You're mine and I'm yours, now shed all those clothes.