Saturday, 25 February 2012

Make me feel Good

I feel your moves
I feel your groves
Running along through my fingers
As i brush you along

You're cool and calm
You keep me going
Cold when I touch you
I love you against my lips

You relax my mind
You replace my thirst
I go for you as you
Were there first

Your my delight
My guilty pleasure
Nothing compares to you
Nothing else can measure

So when I need you
I know you will be there
You’re my delight
You’re my guilty pleasure

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