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Getting Lost


Getting lost in your sexiness.

Hot breath against my neck.
Fingers running over my body.

The taste of your mouth,
The feel of your tongue,

These are the things I remember;
These are the things I dream of.

Getting lost in your sexiness.
And the rockets red glare...
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E Me!
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