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You lips danced across my brain sending tingles down my spine.
You had a touch that made me go wild.
Something about you drives me wild.
I don’t know what it is or why it is.
But you’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up.
And the last thought in my head before I go to sleep.
It’s a sort of feeling that I hate but I’ve become so accustomed to it that I need it to flow through my vains like a drug.

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