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Gently now your arms encircle me

Your lips taste of salt, of our lovemaking

And you were always mine for the taking

Tenderly you press your body to me

Your eyes speak volumes of all that could be

All apprehension is evaporating

And I can see you defenses breaking

I'm scared that you could be falling for me



Touching my face with your soft fingertips

You caress my hair and my soft, pale skin

You hunger for me and my body seeks yours

You search out my throat, my fingers, my lips

And gaze so intensely, oh but to sin!

You've dreamed long of this moment, and now [Francesco], I'm yours.