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letra de brown peppered hair - crescenda- andrea pearson-haas

fierceness softens with care in a room completely unaware
as is no mauve only a desire to resolve
straddled upon your waist, with lips just a taste
un-dauntingly wise sensation between the thighs
unb-tton my blouse to anoint the house
my hands grasping your -ss feel your tongue on my neck
kissing me wishing for me to never forget
no discretion
i want you in every direction
whatever is quicker to get past your zipper
becoming undone your shirt falls to the belt tied behind
now as knotted as your stomach yet to find

chorus i
there is a room where i -ssume
you are waiting, debating, for me to consume
fierceness blue eyes unwilling to compromise
i take off your belt and wrap your hands around yourself
the piano is waiting, debating, all the antic-p-tion
fully clothed in a chair, with brown peppered hair

undressing your soul on deck
making my way down your chest after your mouth m-ssaged my br–sts
opening wide for the sensations you hide between your thighs
i grip the base of you tasting you rotating my lips with my tongue
with my hands holding you as one in my mouth while we become undone
restless you’re relentless wanting to graze me with your fingertips
with all of you between my lips
vulnerable losing your grip where you sit
i watch you climax and tell you to relax
eyes rolling up to climax
tied behind your back with a shirt and a belt
while i wait for you to come back into yourself

chorus ii
there is a room where i -ssume
you are impatiently waiting, debating, for me to consume
fierceness blue eyes unwilling to compromise
i take off your belt & wrap your hands around yourself
the piano is waiting, debating, all the antic-p-tion
partially clothed in a chair, with brown peppered hair

eventually i obliged fall between my thighs
with your tears of joy piercing blue eyes unwilling to compromise
let my skirt fall to the ground
while you barely make a sound
taking the shirt and belt off on the piano i place
your bondage while you grab my waist
my hands on the baby grand
you completely understand
there is a soft spot i have, you must grab
my body is aching, while your thrusting is shaking, becoming awakened
rubbing your tip in between my spread p-ssy lips

chorus iii
there is a room where i -ssume
you are no longer waiting, debating, for me to consume
fierceness blue eyes unwilling to compromise
undress your soul wrap your mind around yourself
no one could control the grind or the belt
my hands on the keys closure
since you flipped me over
gently biting my shoulder on my neck
this is a night we will never forget
i look down while up you stare
you kick away the chair
unclothed with brown peppered hair

- crescenda andrea pearson haas

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