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Hanging from the chandelier
Ya lips against mine
Captured by ya excitement
As you flipped on to my shoulders
Clinching tight
The mood was right
Each toe pressing the pavement like a dancer Of fine arts
In slow motion
You stolen my heart
Our fingers met in the middle
Slipping from sweat Yet,
Gripping sheets
You pleading for me
Our lips met
Teasing from the tips
Our bodies like a pretzel
Grinding,
Winding,
The lights dim,
Music hitting like ya tone,
I don't wanna think this thru
Just keep doing what you do
