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Written by /\/\artin \/\/hite |
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She stands in the corner for everyone
to see; Someone that God has made just for me; In a poorly lit room I see her silhouette; Once she caught my eye, everything else I forget; Each soft round curve calls to my desire; A single touch from her sets me on fire; Each curve I crave to taste, from bottom to top; Working slowly back down to the middle, where I Can not stop; Creating an unending appetite, that comes in quite Handy; Like a little boy in a store with a bag full of candy; With each taste, I crave more, and I want to stay; Until she stops counting the number of times, And pushes me away. Where I sit, patiently waiting for her energy to restore; With nothing on my mind but the craving for more; I stand in the corner waiting, over by a wall; Hypnotized by her Silhouette, at her Beckon call. |
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