Those lips that taste so good,
Honey Like this never would.
And that educated tongue,
Tends to make two just one.
Those lips that drive me mad,
All over my body, make me glad.
That they entice me every day,
In that very special way.
Those ruby lips working on me,
Are about to set me free.
Don Juan Tenorio
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