Makes him...

Irma, My Waussie,

Pulls through the streets of a strange city, Along that beach. So close to him, Who would ever expect. She smiles and closes her eyes, And have no taboo. Frenching his masculine fragrant skin as a love tattoo. What their is, It is not a misunderstanding, He lost her once before, Let these feelings are, His sentiments for always. Than can he be that man in her own ladies night. So let them love come together, As a rope tied so tightly.

Body odors flowing together, So at ease, So out of love, Deep love. Long time chatting both through the night, Until the morning awaits them. Mileage from home, But with her it feels, Like the same. Rattling through the night, With pleasure, And he feels her love if she is smiling. He almost breathless cause she is damn beautiful, Nice words for her in a row, Because the love that must be she. But his heart will remain possible to wait quietly, Thinking of her, Those whom he loved.

And each time said again, When he can hold her, So that she feels his rhythm of his heart. But his heart will remain possible to wait quietly, He feels his heart that feels forever young. Seen her dancing to different kind of music, Most of all, Still feel her jumping up and down in his heart. Sometimes love is heavier than you feel. He will comes to that beach, Grabs her hands. Because she still able to seduce him and makes him Sensitive,

Irma, My Waussie, To her