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Little dust
09:12
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(Ligotating & flirting)
Hey! You look so fine.
People saw a six, I’m seeing a nine.
Are you here? I like you.
Long time ago I saw you,
Electrify me.
Let's go, in yours or mine?
(Kisses, care & firsts hot sensations go up)
What do you say? I’ have two Peaches on my lips.
Wet, rouge and sweet, you’re my babe spicy chips.
Black chocolate, I don’t wanna never end it.
Wet pearly whites are polished on the ship.
(Last shy vestiges)
I Feel the wind in the grass,
alone on the boat on the sea.
I take off one by one,
my toppings in front of her.
(Take out dresses, more sex frenzy)
Come babe, and you are standing there.
This t-shirt is getting stuck again, you are standing there.
There is not enough of your love to peel, give me a hand.
Undercover, take the rudder, tear these pants.
Onion peels, everywhere,
they are falling farther and farther.
Showing a burned heart.
Now my shame burns in blue flames
and you are standing there.
Keep watching, eat me now, or burst inside.
(Skin to skin, passion & preliminaries)
You've got a grace breathing mod now,
I fall in love with each clouded brow.
You’ve got a grace breathing mod now,
don’t wait for me, I’m ready.
(ComPenetration)
Feeling your sweet song,
your heartbeats in my tongue,
galloping on my front side.
I feel your drops falling,
pheromone raining,
a river flows in my chest.
Drive me to a rainbow,
fast like the wind blows.
Dirt breeze coming from earth.
Give me a rainbow,
I can see the gold bowl,
together touching hell.
(Orgasm)
Give me stick, hard and thrust now.
Storm comes head on.
The same comes to me, babe.
Let's ride for the storm.
Give me a royal dawn, come on,
summon a moon goodness, babe.
She’s going to be a lady,
she bursts alone.
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2. |
Fruits Sex
03:05
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Crack me my hazelnut,
While I sprinkle some poppy seeds.
The poky casing of your chestnut,
is tingling on my lips.
I eat your almond,
while you rub my walnuts.
Your little pit is shining,
we are squirrels with an acorn.
You had a good idea,
nutcracker crotch: a good time, babe.
You are making me sick.
Always, I ask for a music.
Babe I ask for a music.
I love music dessert with ratafia, babe.
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This was an oyster,
alone on the moon.
From shame comes hate,
didn't grown in one afternoon.
This was a grown boy,
he doesn’t know his name.
The sun turned sad, from its last kiss at the bay.
The same path was traced,
in a crossroad was done.
A shell becomes a babe, honey but it was only noon.
She was beautiful
and he had worker vibes.
The same taste I hope, honey, covered them in one.
-"Can I leave a comment?"-,
said a gumming nun, said humming nun.
-"Only be a moment"-,
game globe glow broken by a crow.
From bronze to wood;
again, so alone.
It all becomes frozen,
all but the roots.
-"Can I leave you a moment?"-,
said a young nun to humming nun.
That is some wood,
that is some wood, but how much love.
They will find a moment.
Same glow, same wood.
The bronze has appeared and honey covered them in one.
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4. |
Second Fiddle
04:27
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Here you have me,
come alone.
Open pores,
this is my turn.
You’ve got a blue star,
heating but you are so far.
Sitting in this sofa,
My turn now starts.
The second plate is being taken out.
Second fiddle moans inside of you.
Babe, come on, I like not being the first one.
Compare, joke, don’t be overdone.
You have me waiting, honey,
use your ace in the hole.
The jacket just in case,
the shot for your last race.
You’ve got a rubber on your wallet,
come to play you last card.
Shoot the bullet in the chamber,
roll your last loutish dice.
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5. |
Mind blank
03:15
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I'm a seal sneaking in a dense liquid.
A vulture feathers in the wind.
This oil is perfectly greasing my crank.
Little more I need to feel,
little more to a mind blank.
I bathe in a pool of olive oil.
My finger in a jar of honey.
Cut the sea with a big wooden plank.
Little more I need to feel,
little more to mind blank.
I stick my hand in the flow,
my body gets in good tune.
The sun falls on my skin
and I slide down the dune.
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6. |
Slingshot
05:03
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I see you again through the window.
I know what to do.
I have it ready behind the door.
I aim, look to.
This is not to fight, but
yes to love, perhaps.
Pull it for me, slingshot.
I see you again through the window,
I know what to do.
I have it ready behind the door.
I aim, look to.
Pigeon, come here.
Like two turtledoves.
We will eat our plums.
With the tense slings.
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7. |
Hysteresis
02:41
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I maintain my potential when you are gone;
until I see you again.
My ferromagnetic properties allow me to do so.
Comes from my brown hair,
reminds me a scrambled tape.
I am orange juice,
whose vitamins are not reduced.
On the bench I heat my own.
What will become of you in the absence of magnetic field?
I keep all my properties.
I used to stick them with glue every time they broke.
But, I think that ours, is not so easily fixed.
No fix.
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8. |
Xorta
03:34
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Txortan egin.
Edaten zattot xorta baten.
Arin arin azken tantararte.
Beroakin lekuz aldatzen.
Irribare itten dozo,
ezpainek limixtatzeko.
Txortan egin.
- Eh, motz bat eskatu nizun.
Enaiz motza, ba. Ulertu zinuzen.
Bihotzen arteko hizkuntze ulertzen du.
Bion arten mugarik gabe gozatzen.
Azkenean azkar bat amaigabe bihurtu zen.
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9. |
Tantric Gamer
02:26
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I don’t understand your energy,
I don’t share your sidereal aureas.
No zodiacs, no chakras, zero mystical.
I have no forgiveness.
Don’t talk to me like this, give me facts.
Give me substances, not positive vibrations.
I only like your tantric groove.
Cosmic flow, magnetic move.
You‘re lightning on my roof.
Don’t rumble me.
Don’t talk to me like this, give me facts.
Give me substances, not positive vibrations.
Show your offering, invoque a god.
Lead my flow to your dark pole.
Close the circle & reach the goal.
Stardome will be the maximum.
Don’t talk to me like this, give me facts.
Give me substances, not positive vibrations.
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10. |
Cotton
04:54
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This was a Thursday's Pussy Dogs concert,
when she entered the bar.
This is the story of one,
that when James played,
she melted into the harp.
How you wiggle!
You’ve come to have fun.
You bring a strength that
is contagious to anyone.
I want to spend this time with you,
I'll introduce you to my band.
You prickle, babe.
I've got cotton in my head.
Soft babe.
Fluffy, pure and free.
Like the plant, keep it up.
Go ahead.
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