Love whit clothes om...

Irma, My Waussie,

They do not need to take off their clothes. To have a good time. Oh certainly not with her, He can dance along the beach, Definitely a night long. He asks her, Come let's go dance on the beach in the provance, There he will hold her tight, Frencht her by moonlight, Just what they need, Intense kissing taste, Not salty but pure sweet. Dearest, He would not want to see any kind of sadness in her eyes.

He knows, That she feels his love for her, And realizes he's for her, Still that same man, Perhaps not as attractive handsome, Slightly grey sure, And nice. That she continously search thrill in his mind, Turns her into a love machine, He means one of the best he has ever seen. Longs to see her, Would like to draw near to her, And the desire to hold her. the desire that it also requires mutual. and how long will he love her. Hope she longs and will say, don't be silly,I stay.

Anyone ever know that wish. Which is the father of your thoughts. Suddenly I see her, Yeah that damn foxy lady. Oo..Man he must beware, Her love is strong, To hot, It warms his soul, Till he's grow old. What he will do, Open up his heart all night whit love, Just for her. Yes her love makes him almost blind, So that his heart will not find another love,

Irma,My Waussie, Any more.