Ride on the wings of destiny if you must
But never fool love for mistrust
You reap the fruit of tomorrow in the deeds of today
Dont look back or fear the past
Dont let it get in the way
Dread not what men do
Take your guilty pleasures when you can
The wilder the better when it comes to a man
The passion, the feel of his skin
Holding you consuming you from deep within
His tong meeting yours
His hands gripping your flesh
Go on girl give it your best
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