Drink in your skin, sip your sinful taste
Forbidden fruit that won't go to waste
Aching breath, her sweet moans my treasure
Pain and pleasure in equal measure
So deep inside and so deep in love
Her angel hair a gift from above
Strewn like silk across my bare chest
A perfect home to lay to its rest
Inside her, I play her like a song
In my arms, she truly does belong
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