One + One might = Three


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42° 27' 34.452" N, 83° 14' 23.6184" W

when we're in the mood
when we're in this place

when the temperature rises
and our hearts start to race

and in between heavy breathing
accompanied by low moans

our body's needing
while my mind can't even roam

then it all goes wrong
it all just stop

with an imperfection of the song
a latex pop

then he pulled out
face full of dread

and i never gave a shout
when he got up and fled

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