I know not well those whispering hips,
They pardon whole my silent lips
Of many words that curse its groove,
She is criminal but I approve.
In a night of desire, the lights are dim
But the bright of fire is a spark redeem.
Quite a few, and rarely so,
Have my eyes laid on a beautiful glow.
I know not well the voice within,
They hold me in and wear me thin.
I flipped a smile and spoke in sound
Now you're mine, home and bound.
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