You Please My Eyes And Then
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You please me
You satisfy me
You please my eyes
You disturb, O my God
My peace
My heart is a wound
Seasoned with salt and pepper
Bring the chalk
To describe my feelings
You please me
You please my eyes and then
In the well
My heart is in disarray
Upon hearing the echo of your voice
You're indeed a pretty woman
And my soul
Disappears
Peacefully
You please me
And I am satisfied.
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