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Of love
Of love
I am a sexologist, you now know it, ask me any questions and I shall tell no lies, as love alone lies between the thighs. Mental, is just an aberration, to create emotional revolution and as know of sex, I always recall my masters voice, ere he died.
Give me sex,
He said but I can't stand no more,
Just remember my life's experience for sure
Love lies between the thighs
And
That’s for sure,
I can make no love no more
And then he died...
He couldn’t endure!
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loved
Thu, 2011-02-03 12:33
There are some folks
Sex and folks you asked
Depending on the year of birth, some prefer day sex some at night, some with diffused lights
And
Where men are not too confident lights out
Or
When men have a low libido lights off,
Or
When men are not endowed to the average extent then lights off
And
Women love candles burning in another room,
As they love aromas
Ere they get into sexual comas.
Hope my version on sex helps,
As Libras would love to flaunt,
Have your music and video on.
loved
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