Hands caressing my hair,
Lips gently pressed against mine,
Your scent, my aphrodisiac
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Body like Adonis
To the eyes of Aphrodite
Imperfections never more perfect
Lips gently pressed against mine,
Your scent, my aphrodisiac
*
*
Body like Adonis
To the eyes of Aphrodite
Imperfections never more perfect
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*
Boy, do I miss your presence.
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Boy, do I miss your presence.
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