You got into my chest
sea hot sand
increased the heat on my breast
hand in my hand.
I enjoy the sun 's rays,
and these lovely days
now lives on wet from the sea
towards me.
I divided,
in love water drops on your skin.
Old my heart sing
breasts of chicken meat roughness,
white coolness
breast, stomach, pubic hair,
only sea salt in a sauce
of course.
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