For the repeated time
You own the happiness to my heart when pleasure time keep calling at your gaze.

I have traveled miles and near for a smile at the gaze of your nakedness.
I shall go crispy and horny, hoping you never get finished.
This nakedness, this scenes of pleasurable madness, a crisis in my spine...
A time waster and brain killer with tumbling rush of hard balls and dripping thigh in the middle.

And now the voice in view,
to lure and curse, to lie and entice,
at sight and mind he sat and watch me fall.
In deceit, this voice unkind
This red light oj the dark
This voice, a blinded mind.

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