By: Jules Fred C. Batisla-ong
Come with me
I’m having fun, you’ll see
Lets go some place
Where future’s a disgrace
Please have a drink
I’ll wait at the sink
Night’s getting deeper
I’m your seeker
Don’t say I’m not ready
I’m going slowly and gently
Let me hold your hips
Turn around don’t make a glimpse
No one can see it
Let your lips feel it
Nobody can stop this
Next thing will be more than just a kiss
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