Dark group playing,
By nightfall risqué.
Temp me, infatuation.
Heartfelt praying,
Like daytime whisky.
Interceding, invocation.
In Morning playing,
Ruin her craving
Provoke me, stimulation.
Wreck our minds
Destroy what finds,
Guilty, with facination.
Lost love empty,
Then erotic full,
Impatience, provocation.
Ruin our bodies
Want nothing more,
Explicit, immolation.
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