welcome back my friends to the show that never ends the curve of your neck the sound of your name the arch of your back and hints of flesh the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the red of your heartbeat the smell of the sheets imprints in the bed footprints in the sand the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade whispers in the air the touch of your tongue the heat of your skin silk in your hair the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade water on your skin lace across your body leather and feathers the textures arouse the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the colours of lust the setting sun the eclipse of your heart and tears on your cheeks the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the rise of your breasts the mist of your breath like mist on the moors it doesn't have to make sense still you turn me on the beat of your heart, continues the seduction arcade
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