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 movements
She paints the night
Releases rabid kisses
Something comes on
We all get some
What's my sentence?
Hand to thigh
Neck to sky
Up above
Had I been there?