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Don't think how right or wrong
to be held in my embrace Don't think how tomorrow will change your life Don't cease your fingers from running through my hair Don't stop your moans they sound so sweet Don't think how right or wrong to be held in my embrace Don't close your eyes see the passion on my face Don't think how tomorrow wil change your life Don't worry about a thing except for our love tonight Don't cease your fingers from running thorugh my hair Don't rest your movements feel the fire in the air Don't stop your moans they sound so sweet Don't hesitate your desire you cannot defeat Don't think how right or wrong to be held in my embrace Don't think of anything but how our bodies interlace
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