To The Sly And Cunning

Draw the line

Slightly submissive

She faints in time

Opens her mouth in reflex

Something comes soon

We all make room

Numbs the senses

Take me up and down again

'Cause I know you're the one for me

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Rapid flowin movements

She paints the night

Releases rapid kisses

Something comes on

We all get some

What's my sentence?

Hand to thigh

Neck to sky

Up above

Had I been there?