Over, And Over, And Over Again
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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When she gives me her hand
she undresses my fingers
And yet do I desire
that inner contact with my hands
Even when she touches me
with one finger only
I still become weak,
and red in the face from blushing
She is smiling, but is't going
the way it should?
I really don't know,
but will keep on trying
over, and over, and over again
Bu şiiri puanla
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