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Burning Kisses We oft times dream of things, That cannot be. Because we know that, In our minds we see. I have held you pressed close, Upon my side; Touching secret places, Passion as my guide. Lustily, in secret, I've often planned,’ My tongue will take the place, Of my rough hand. In my dreams I please you, In all the ways I dare. I've trailed my burning kisses, On you - everywhere. So happily I dream, As dream I must, To satisfy my Lover, "And" my Lust.
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