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I'm drowning in your ocean
Gasping for breath as I find pleasure
Your dirty whisper is a symphony to my ear
Just how I love my liqour
Dirty
As we paint the atmosphere in filth
Playing wicked games
Grinding our flesh to the tone
Extracting and shaking the juice
Pour me another
I advocate the arousal
The wetness, the thirst
The hourglass shape aches me for more
It's about that time to throw in the towel
A little recess as we break the ice
Happy hour comet in a facade
Another shot
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