With soft kisses on my tender lips,
tongue tickling my quaking belly,
and nails lightly raking my sweetened thighs,
she brings me joy.
Oh, what is this?
'Tis love born in friendship,
If This Isn't Bliss
If you see a football player,
Makin' tracks up the middle.
He ain't runnin' just to have fun,
Or just goin' to piddle!
If you see a "Jocky" rider,
Whipping the ass of his horse.
Innocent around your sexy body I no longer wanna be
Need you to get nude and in the mood too
Give me what I've been dying for
Rush, don't linger
An affair of the heart is the last thing I have on...
If This Isn't Blissby
It's the little things that killby
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