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She’s wearing temptation, the devils clothes
She speaks with lust using unspoken words
It says grip all of me just to feel a little
A cold embrace and warm kisses,
hot food that’s cold in the middle
I eat anyway
Slow and steady
I’ll make apple pie from these apples
I’ve sinned already
I won’t let you go to waste
Infatuated
No
I’m enthralled by her
Enraptured I was from the spell cast by her
Honeydew thighs
Coconut shavings in her eyes
I was bait to her
Guarded by thorns despise
That I was the only one who stood under the roots of her


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