You're so bad for me
But I want you all the time
I hear your whispers on the air
Calling me - sublime
Jeans are ripped
The way I like
That no one could believe
The way your chocolate
Covers me
Yet doesn't grant reprieve
So bad for me
And still so good
In brown and mocha waves
Coat and cover, cherry me
Until my soul behaves
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