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Tantra
Hands clasp buttocks
Thighs grip thighs
I see your emotions
Deep inside your eyes
Watch growing passion
Slide across your face
As we join together
In this two backed race
Where the winner is the loser
The first to lose control
In this lovely merging
Of two bodies and two souls
Thighs grip thighs
I see your emotions
Deep inside your eyes
Watch growing passion
Slide across your face
As we join together
In this two backed race
Where the winner is the loser
The first to lose control
In this lovely merging
Of two bodies and two souls
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Tantra
Tantra