I grab you from behind,
you fit just right.
leaving fingerprints on your hips,
my senses going crazy
with the smell of you.
my marks fading
long before you do.
I grab you from behind,
you fit just right.
leaving fingerprints on your hips,
my senses going crazy
with the smell of you.
my marks fading
long before you do.
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