Your breathing sets me on fire,
Inside there is a tremendously scorching desire…
Come to me and release me from my fire,
My hunter - and sex – appealing trier!
Your breathing is so feverish - so frequent
That It reeks of a primeval chase
That makes me a delinquent
With a delicate trace!
Your breathing makes me suffer
Your moans set my lips awry,
Come to help us to recover
From mortality or else in vain I cry!
Inside there is a tremendously scorching desire…
Come to me and release me from my fire,
My hunter - and sex – appealing trier!
Your breathing is so feverish - so frequent
That It reeks of a primeval chase
That makes me a delinquent
With a delicate trace!
Your breathing makes me suffer
Your moans set my lips awry,
Come to help us to recover
From mortality or else in vain I cry!
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