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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-01-01 | | I wanted to call you… I wanted to call you One night In the only bed of my room No silk, no glittery beads Just you with your naked body And me with my naked body In a bed covered With white sheets. Four eyes, Two harts Four hands. I wanted to call you In a night Without moon or stars When only your eyes Would lighten my way And your hands Would softy slide On my body. Your breath A wind breeze That would bring me freshness, Your mouth To devastate my lips With thousands of kisses To surround your white neck with my hands And your body to fall prey To my body. For one night, Lets both be, on turns The hunter and the
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