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Down on his knees Candlelight watches what others may not An intimate razor, a coy beauty spot A toner, a tonic, a splash of glam shine A girl getting ready to thrill and surprise
A tempting aroma, a body divine A play gel that trespasses over the line A giggle, a squeal, a personal touch A warm body lotion, a warm body rub
Candlelight colours in bubbles galore An intimate hour for a girl and her thoughts She's got all it takes, she's got all she needs By midnight tonight he'll be down on his knees
©Joseph G Dawson
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