All Day
All day I thought of you
Your sweet face and soulful eyes
the smell of your hair
I remember
The turn of your ankle
the hollow at the back of your knee
and
How you tremble
at my tongue brushing there
The curve of your hip
Wonderful pleasures
Oh, how I long to touch you
All over
Your sweet face and soulful eyes
the smell of your hair
I remember
The turn of your ankle
the hollow at the back of your knee
and
How you tremble
at my tongue brushing there
The curve of your hip
Wonderful pleasures
Oh, how I long to touch you
All over
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