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| Feeling in my soul, I am very confused Love or lust, which one more abused Silent as the winter wood my soul replies Time to unearth another guy Dangerously flirting with imminent disaster Wanting to be my own master Artfully hunting, determined to be wise Suddenly caught, time for a new disguise Changling out of primal need Your warnings, I do not heed Pleasure like blood, I thrive on Night's erotic dreams are broken by the dawn This erotic game gives me such a rush That I can scarcely produce a blush At the animalistic things I do I sense you feel this way too |
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| - Davina Hsiao - Fall of 1996 |