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Touch Me, If You Can
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Yes, it's hot, superficial and intense than a lip for these both eyes to tell
My truth Well To the core if you touch my depth,
and have the intension,
which is live
Yes The one these both hands want
Warmth of your skin Beating of a chest
In a moment for one second
Well Before passion which touches My depth
and blaze in blue
Come to its senses.
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