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Sing me a song Sailor, sing me a song of love and passion in the most unusual fashion. So I sang her a song in public places that only she could hear, she kicked off her high heels and called me "dear, passions dear." She looked up to me with her sexy eyes young and erotic and her called me her man quixotic. She touched her golden cygnet neck, she felt my kisses hot. She looked at me again where to where I sat with those eyes saying "don't stop singing Sailor of mine, you make my passions chime." She calls me her sailor because she wants to get lost at sea with me. Her white dress in cleats sway as if by the wind but it was just her passions flirting to the man of her fashion, she looked over her tanned bare shoulder again to see if I was paying attention and with eyes to eyes she let out a sigh as she felt my phantom kisses." Write me a song sailor of mine, I need a song from you to easy my impassioned mind, I will be yours in a matter of time." Her tanned legs are shapely and tone, I think that they want me to follow her home? Her arms toned and golden, it is I that wish to make her home. Her breathing is deep, her eyes sexy sweet as she take a peep through the caffeinated throng, eyes to eyes we sing a song and then came her complication, always complications with a highly educated girl and the man of her fantasy passions. She loves the sun as much as I and el-natural would be our cloth as with waves of passions tossed, there is no modesty between us. So I sang her a song in public places, with phantom kisses to her thin sweet lips to golden hips, a lingering look with complication in hand, a look again "you are my man." She walks like a woman in freedom and I love the way she looks over her bare shoulder to me with eyes saying "you're my guy."