There's nothing like a woman,
On a cold and windy night.
To have tucked inside your bed,
When you turn off the light.
Silky fine, moist, and warm,
So soft to the touch.
Revealing to you, all her charms,
That you admire so much.
There's nothing like a woman,
On a blustery day.
With you under the covers,
Is where she wants to stay.
Don Juan Tenorio
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