NIPPLE TO NIPPLE
Mmm…., Mmm…., Mmm
Were the sound made by my tongue
When it played in a woman’s bosom
Looking left and right
For a charming sweetheart to play with
I kissed her from the bottom
Sucked all the nectar she had
Smiled and bit into her sexy shape
Vitamin A, B, C and D
Were all in her juicy glands
I used to cry in the night
When her fiancé came to separate us
Feigned hunger
And lured her into undressing herself
For me to cuddle her all night
When I grew old
She became shy in my eyes
And divorced herself from I
Forced me into the wilderness
To go searching for another just like her
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