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|a short one about a mistress?||
I removed her dress
With and urge to get inside
Up her thigh a soft caress
I spread her legs open wide
Leaning down to kiss her chest
But she also is my joy and pride
She is hot as few, my mistress
But never will she be my bride
† She donít mind, she canít care less
Being a mistress suits her fine
But to keep her faithful is hopeless
But we donít have much time
We must hurry, because my mistress,†
She has many others left in line
|Something about love||In My Arms|
|Not now... not yet.. not ever / Bleed||Why? the short one|