In the tender touch of our fatties
In a dress of evil, the blue moon emerges
In the tender touch of hot lips
The wind brings the scent of mature shaking
Marks on the chest,
Darkened by my lips
Traces on the lips
Always remain from ruby u200bu200bwine
In the first meeting of our unrest
Slowly stir, the play of the universe
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Marks on the breasts,
Darkened by my lips
Marks on the lips
Always remain from ruby u200bu200bwine
Marks on the breasts,
Darkened by my lips
Marks on the lips
Always remain from ruby u200bu200bwine