It¡¯s sunset again full of expectation for the forthcoming meeting with you
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We were together last night and the juice of your charms is still on my tongue
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It¡¯s as fine as a bunch of red carnations
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Brought by me at that mysterious night
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I licked between your legs and drank that juice
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While your aroused cunt was shedding it
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But first there were my hypnotic serenades outside your window
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They forced you to suck your pretty toes and stimulate the clit
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I took pleasure in looking at that picture
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Painted by the brush of the erotic idyll
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Plunging into the melody of tireless cicadas
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Singing to me about the seduction of innocence
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©¬ aioia oaaa i©£aaei©¡eou
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Oiyou a ieeii oaea ii©¡a©£
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Nae©£ao iai©£enoieiuo ia¡Àoaiee ©£ane©£uou
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Inooaeou ia©¡ao iia oaieo o©£aiaoiuo ©¡a©£
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You opened the window
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And I flashed along your lips as a waft of night
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Appeared behind your naked back
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With flowers, the colour of the defloration
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They sank in the blue shine of your ice-cold eyes
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Arising undisguised unbridled desire
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Losing your patience you lied down on the bed
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And shamelessly spread out your legs
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Oh, this splendid minutes of bliss!
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You feeled sexual charm
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And I licked you and bit your thighs
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Sipping the red wine - pure fresh blood
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When lust and passion satiated us
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You fell asleep and I left you
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I sank into the night and soon it melted away in the first rays of the dawn
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It was the night of our carnal acquaintance
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And now I am outside your window again
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I see you dressed just in white lingerie
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Almost not hiding your intimate secrets
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E aio iu eaoei iia Eoiie
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Ieii eoaia e iieae
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Aneanou ianea©¡aaynu e©aiaiie ea©£ie
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Iia©£o©¡aynu a io¡Àeio ©£aca©£aoiuo no©£anoae
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We descend in cozy shades of trees and hang in the air by the ground
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You are pleased with our fabulous flight
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And cold twinkling of wolves¡¯ eyes who gathered around
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You are laughing when I undress you
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And it rains down with carnation-petals
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We are spinning in this rain
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You entwine me with your legs
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And sit yourself on my phallus
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Then the rain of petals turns into the bloody shower
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We fall on your teared lingerie
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And the wolf¡¯s howl spreads through your veins like absinth
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Orgasm reaches us wiping out your virginity
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Whispering unbiblical prayers of further lechery
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Oh, newborn whore!
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Red Carnations And Bloodstained Lingerie
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Black Countess |