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Tell me whyTell me if it never hurts, when your teeth clip those lips, tell me if it aches not your heart, to watch my lips twitch in lust, why then do my eyes blush, when they meet yours in a flush, why do your chicks get a red flush When its time to say be Tell me why your fingers tremble, Why are your palms sweaty and feeble, When I bid you goodbye. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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