Consensus
It says:
The kiss thrill you on,
There is wet between the fingers,
That I have served you little by little
If the veil is torn off,
The blood runs,
The hard fist penetrates,
If you want to,
Can you tell me about it
It hurts into inside
But it's pain of affection
You feel,
And it's not pretense
I plant a bicycle,
I rip banana,
Just to know if you still want to repeat me.
By:Camuccelli
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