The Wild
Careless and free,
pretending there is no wrong
he caresses my thighs,
and sings me a song
He plays with my hair,
and i feel like a goddess
I wish i could tell,
if he was being honest
His kisses are sweet,
almost unreal
you cannot imagine,
the pleasure I feel
Its heavenly,
and out of this world
baby I'm so proud,
proud to be your girl.
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pimpcesskkposted on 04/18/2007
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