sex and solitude (lyrics)

Solitary blues

In solitude with too many things to do,

In solitude, ten days, with too many little things to do,

­­ In the thick of a solitude session, just me with a little more me

In the walls which I sit, there are open doors but I do not move

In solitude I find my own things to do,



Sex running through my blood,

Sex is running through my blood, pretty little loveI had, now I want,

My blood is a little warmer thinking of you,

Warm thighs and tight clothing, I last the longest

Sex is all around, and it makes me smile how attractive the world is

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