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To want to love and be ****ed,
What did she have of these loves,
Dear young girl?
All her body and her skin to be debauched
In her room,
Wallowing on her bed.
Ô, no affection, in your carnal soul,
Could not triumph over your ardour.
Should we condemn the carnal eroticism by
A chaste censure and debauch
The sensuality?
Must one eradicate the sensual love for
Tedious pleasures, for a kiss
Monotonous or sleepy to wallow?
All the vices and excesses
Were not worth the tenderness
Of a kiss;
I would like to see you cum;
Come to me and we will share
All the pleasures,
we won’t care of anything else
We only need to follow
Our instincts in the pleasure
You’re my light in this darkness
You’re my light in this darkness
Should we condemn the carnal eroticism by
A chaste censure and debauch
The sensuality?
Must one eradicate the sensual love for
Tedious pleasures, for a kiss
Monotonous or sleepy to wallow?
Lust and carnal pleasures
Gives her
Made her sad and morose.
Why must the gift of self-wallow
On the armchairs of sex to debauch itself?
