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What I'm Hiding
Gliding just abiding
A bead, a bump you're riding
A little pleasure my little treasure
You sure like what I'm hiding
Mmm a slow sensation
Ooh a new pulsation
Aah this penetration
Dizzy our duration
A tingle just a linger
Your pressure points my finger
A new sensation, dilabiation
You can't quite name the singer
(chorus)
Tension, apprehension
A bee sting bum dimension
Your tender wrist a followed kiss
And bend too far to mention
(chorus)
From your toes to breast aglow
A burning sense of letting go
Still I hold you where I want you
Dreams go fast your body slow
(chorus)
Gliding just abiding
A bead, a bump you're riding
A little pleasure my little treasure
You sure like what I'm hiding
Mmm a slow sensation
Dizzy adoration
Aah this penetration
3/4/25
© Huw Powell
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