She lifts her
Short skirt slightly
Teasing him
He likes to be teased
His face changes its expression
Its so nice
To please and be pleased
His need for her
Her need for him
Is showing
When their eyes meet
Like a kiss salty or sweet
Passion is like morning rain
Pounding upon the rooftop of your brain
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