The Covers
Under the covers is a strange new world, But you make it so familiar, The way you move, and twist, Is that which I can't resist. Sweat drenched hair, covers your face, And desire runs through your veins, You wish for more, that which I can give, Making your body feel like it lives. Even in the dark, your eyes crackle and burn, The feeling of pleasure covers your face, As my lips gently caress the skin, And begin working on a new sin. My fingers trace your body, And a thought comes to my mind, I wanna kiss your lips, The ones between your hips. Baby, I can make you levitate, I can make your body move, My wanna hear you screech and moan, In that pleasantly familiar tone.
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