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Sex Written By: People telling me you’re getting bored. Holding me in you is now a chore. In a parked car in a crowded street with the people rushing by to the city beat. Whatever happened to the love we made? Did you forget the words to our serenade. In a meeting before the people leave. The wind on our back on a sandy beach.
In the café waiting for the food. On the ferris wheel you’re still in the mood. Everywhere we found we can go. It never really matters if anybody knows. I was crazy, crazy for you. |
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