We don't know what tomorrow holds,
So hold me today.
Don't let me go.
Let your cinnamon
Stomach skin rub
Across my hand
For a short while longer.
Let me smell your hair,
Let me smell your clothes,
And you neck,
And your waist,
And your breasts.
Let me linger there,
Yeah there- inside you.
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