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Dipping down
While on the ground Filling my hand with Whip cream how devilish Petting rubbing caressing Covering you all over A white creamy layer Covering your features Features oh so fair Nothing does compare A gentle kiss on your lips Then back to work On our dessert Gathering strawberries Plump ripe and juicy Softly placing them On and in the cream A red Pokka-dotted dream Strawberries on peaks so high Down in caves Where cherry lies From my lips to yours In a wishing kiss Our dessert begins In all its pleasures In all its sins
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