We'll have an orange blossom day
With honeysuckle scented air,
As wind chimes in magnolias,
Dance to breezes wafting there.
We'll have a night of wild eyes
When kisses drip on luscious skin,
And lustful fingers trace the paths
That rouse desires pulse within.
With honeysuckle scented air,
As wind chimes in magnolias,
Dance to breezes wafting there.
We'll have a night of wild eyes
When kisses drip on luscious skin,
And lustful fingers trace the paths
That rouse desires pulse within.
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