23. Marked

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Those hands they roam,
Touching everywhere,
Like magic they spark tingles to me,
Full of libido and kisses,
Lovebites punished me always,
Mark my heart,
Mark my neck,
Make me yours and I'll never escape,
You have called me redemption,
And I'll be your saviour

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