There are night that I miss
More than your cuddling
I miss you between my hips
Making me moaning
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I can taste on my mouth
My tongue on your body
I get wet just thinking about
Long hours riding
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You know I'm not a saint
You can see when I turn you on
But when you make me insane
I don't even have to ask for
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So please come over
My body asks
I can wait no longer
To feel again our sex
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