If only I was a bit younger,
the hunger would have been quenched
lovers poetry
when love is in the air
who can but dare
not to blush
oh it’s all
a
hush, hush
make me blush
if only i was a bit younger,
the hunger
would have been quenched
there wouldn’t have been any danger,
of being drenched.
but then that’s a simple desire
an impossible conjecture
in which none of us
today can venture
so blushing alone
be your adventure
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