u
sweeten
the
sour
with
just an
hour
in ure
durable
arms
oh
make it
four
while i
adore
every
crinkle
of ure
eyes
my
thighs
are
reliable
&
hotly
pliable
beneath
the
rise
of ure
sweaty
brow
come
drown
ure
misery
&
draw
in
clarity
with
every
molten
moan
as we
roam
the
terrains
of
lover's
bliss
&
risk
the
cliffs
of
unbridled
moors

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