Hot Paradox - Martin Dupont

A young woman fills her stomach

With Pastis and complex

She feels the glances

Like smoke in her hair

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Soft through her sex she creeps

Waiting for the fall

Favourite time is patience time

Shakes her to the ground

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There’s a way for her to know

What she wants to get

She dreams of marvellous positions

No man could ever believe

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She makes up her red red mouth

For her to greet the flies

It’s a spark of promiscuity

It’s a spark of life

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