Orgasm

I see hearts everywhere.

I see lovers on fire,

passion running through their veins

and a flame on their hearts.

I see a choreography between lips and tongues,

hands on love fields.

Here and there I make your head turn,

that’s the song I want to hear you sing,

La petite mort on lovers day.

 

 

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