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The immoral pleasure and of submitting yourself to one's hands…Your mind and body are floating on anticipation, Your heart trembles and it becomes reality, Your expectations have became into a reality, You calm down from your floating anticipation, As your skin and body are touched by delicate fingers, This is reality, Thinking about the moment that two lips touch, That sensation…that pleasure that’s already etched into one's brain, Leaving love marks…evidence and echo of a meeting of the hearts, The heat tension that occurs when looking into the eyes, holding her by the waist, intoxicated by her lips, personality unique, expressing each other though lust, because we done said what we must, Holding her tight because I don’t want this moment to end, expressions that last an eternity is all I ask, touch of hearts already established that, main focus is on her, my vision may be blurred because of looking at her beautiful eyes, and all I gotta say is…Im a lucky guy to have you with me at this moment.