Kaspar Hauser Komplex - Pulse
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There are those times
when a touch would be fine
or a hot moist body
pressed with mine
heated lust of supreme pleasure
rising want
go beyond
any measure

the gliding the movement of lips
the touching the merging of hips

The fitting of links
measure just right
a coming together
for a magical night
rising in unison
together as one
twisting and turning
all night long

the gliding the movement of lips
the touching the merging of hips

A pleasure a burning a hunger a need
a love - a want an endless greed...

the gliding the movement of lips
the touching the merging of hips
the gliding the movement of lips
the touching the merging of hips