Find me, inside, crept
under my skirt
under my skirt
stays with me all the time you just ...
Find me, inside ...
of the seed that we should 'have to wait
of smell that upsets me the soul
whenever I think of you.
Percorrimi
where the heat is Serbian and enjoys
of your greedy hands.
Find me, wherever
not let me die like '
without the smell of your skin.
§ § black
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