The day takes its toll, skin marked by a passion ..
I remember the night in the game lover, trembling thoughts to remember the moment,
Through the hands to hear when it will happen again,
smell her perfume, haunts you, that flavor does not go away ..
This game is seductive,
you are always waiting, a free moment in a dark background, you love the game of love,
Stay with your breath you want to be, but you'll want to play ...
Where is she who wins ...
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