| Flying Feather The wait seems not to be For passing you Seeing your beauty Expels such passion from your presence Without even a name Who are you I can only imagine For such a person Should be a princess Your body moved gracefully across the floor Strolling my feet Whisk fully A simple wave to catch an eye For the desire From love to romance to pleasure O must indeed remember Just a silhouette A flying feather Trunks and Asses |
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