Your Touch

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The need for your touch has me so gone.
I can't figure out if it is right or wrong.

The way you caress my chest and the way you ease up into my warm, wet love nest.
Makes my desire for you so strong.

I swear I can't tell if it is right or wrong.
Cause when our body's connect they play that oh so familiar song.

In and out...up and down..long stroke..short stroke.
Two bodies moving to that familiar song.

I swear I can't tell if it is right our wrong.
Cause your touch has me so gone. 

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