More pleasure
Countless maidens lined the streetsdivided by echoing heartbeats
Words I hear inside my head
do not always arise
when I want them too
But all the words I heard
guided me to you
For my vision is photographic
Painted inside my mind
The best is yet to come
It's for you my love to find
and if you find a barrel
of erotic treasure
Plant the sed inside your sack
For a road that needs more pleasure
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