Noir Postcards from Sin City

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The spaces between your legs,
are meant to be filled with mine flirty sexy kisses

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You tell me where to go and
though I might leave to find it
I’ll never let your head hit the bed
without my hand behind it

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Something ’bout the way
the hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take
when crawlin’ towards the pillowcase

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Do your legs hurt from
running through
my dreams all night?

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We got the afternoon
you got this room for two
one thing I’ve left to do
discover me, discovering you

Charmed.
— The magic of 2012 continues…