Let me touch your soul
Let me drive deep and touch the walls of your hole
Let me touch you
In those places your fingers can't reach
Let me drive deep and touch the walls of your hole
Let me touch you
In those places your fingers can't reach
Let me wipe you out
The hygiene that your teachers preached.
The hygiene that your teachers preached.
Let me touch your soul
Let me make you squint
And also make you groan
With your eyes half closed
This feelings is self imposed.
Let me make you squint
And also make you groan
With your eyes half closed
This feelings is self imposed.
Let me touch your soul
Let me drive into you to and fro
Forget all your worries
Let me make love to your soul
As you stick the cotton bud in that ear hole.
Let me drive into you to and fro
Forget all your worries
Let me make love to your soul
As you stick the cotton bud in that ear hole.
©YommyBishop.... August 2016.
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