holy! My heart is pash*n riddled,..

My heart is passion riddled like the flute...
(These words will echo in you soul when you read this through...js like this...)
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My heart is passion riddled like the flute...
My heart is passion riddled like the flute...
My heart is passion riddled like the flute...
My heart is passion riddled like the flute...
My heart is passion riddled like the flute...

My heart is passion riddled like the flute...
So holy...It took a lot of pain for me to get there,
So hold me hommie...and always be here or there...
The only thing I fear is you not wanting to be near..
So I ask you to blow to me your love....
Like a sweet sweet kiss. from above. The air...
This air gives me an air of confidence...
Your breathing... the rise and fall of your breast...your love..
Makes me create bliss for us..this is what we* does..
Show me all your hearts devils And you will see the magic we can create...
Agh! Such lust Putting to shame the brightest bezel....
jus trust were Pro, so pro-create....
I fear nothing but the longing for your touch...
I am addicted to music so let us make love then blush with the rush...
then blush.....what a rush!!!


My heart is passion riddled like the flute...
My heart is passion riddled like the flute...
My heart is passion riddled like the flute...
My heart is passion riddled like the flute...
My heart is passion riddled like the flute...
My heart is passion riddled like the flute...
My heart is passion riddled like the flute...


So holy...It took a lot of pain for me to get there....