the true love I hold in my hand
the key you hold in your hand
can make a night a night to remember
so open the lock
and let the tenderness flow
the touch so soft
kisses sweet and rough
body next to body
eyes meet eyes
sinful and erotic
legs are apart
slip in powerful and hard
moans and play
deeper and deeper
more and more
flip over front and back
glee and calls
alone and quite
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