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Hot

 

 

You tell me that you feel hot
And I desperately want to know why
So I take off your sweater
And examine you closely
Every inch of your skin
Your flat six-pack stomach
Your narrow waist-line
Your slender arms
Your soft breasts
Your pink nipples
And I ask if you’re now feeling cooler
You answer me "no"

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