WHERE IS LOVE
Where is love, when I long for it so
The touch of a women
Her lips pressed against mine
To cress her body
To know her form in my hands
To love her like no other could
Where is love, when I seek it so often
But find it not
The touch of a women
Her lips pressed against mine
To cress her body
To know her form in my hands
To love her like no other could
Where is love, when I seek it so often
But find it not
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