I gently stroke my knees.
I rub your palms
And worried as if the theft
I make in the morning.
You cry and laugh.
I caress your chest.
You, then greatly tense up,
Then relax a little bit
And tremble like a leaf of birch,
Sinking sweet juice,
Rose Bud Petals
You open between your legs.
I'm on my lips
To this “rose” like a blind
And fly away somewhere,
Taking you with you ...
I'm a shaggy bumblebee
On your flower
And pushing the "door",
I suck up "sake".
Your petals
Trunk doubt.
Good two
The third to anything.
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I'm stroking your shirt
And a bra and underwear.
Like, stole and - for sale?
That you, God forbid.
Everything is put on his beloved
Decorates the ass, chest,
And my sassy hands
They decided to "look".
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