Oh Baby
Smooth as whiskey take me down.
Let my mouth make sounds,
Sounds that make you proud.
For you are my sun,
And you are dangerously fun.
Don't fade away because I need those lips,
And I need those hands on my hips.
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Author:
Melissa Villafana (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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beautiful thoughts
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