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Jose Nunez is an American electronica and house music producer.
lyrics :
The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love
Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All its divinity and I praise you
Because all of that is for me
I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something Godiva couldn't re-create
Needing every atom of your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you're making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then
Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place
As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it
You know my body like the back of your hands
And touch me and send me into ecstacy
My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Sweating
Panting
Make-up melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back
I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name
Aye papi, eres tan grande y tan duro y mo lo das tan bueno...tu eres mi pecado mortal...cojelo otra vez...
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
And I struggle
As you lick torturing me
I try to get away but
Not really
Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos
Again
You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I'm told
You've molded me so I'm good to no-one else but you
You've conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
Again and
Again
My face radiates with after-glow
My pillow scented by you
A fragrance which haunts me
My room smells of the best sex
Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
Jose Nunez is an American electronica and house music producer.
lyrics :
The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love
Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All its divinity and I praise you
Because all of that is for me
I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something Godiva couldn't re-create
Needing every atom of your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you're making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then
Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place
As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it
You know my body like the back of your hands
And touch me and send me into ecstacy
My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Sweating
Panting
Make-up melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back
I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name
Aye papi, eres tan grande y tan duro y mo lo das tan bueno...tu eres mi pecado mortal...cojelo otra vez...
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
And I struggle
As you lick torturing me
I try to get away but
Not really
Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos
Again
You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I'm told
You've molded me so I'm good to no-one else but you
You've conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
Again and
Again
My face radiates with after-glow
My pillow scented by you
A fragrance which haunts me
My room smells of the best sex
Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
![Malcolm McLaren - Madame Butterfly
Malcolm Robert Andrew McLaren (22 January 1946 – 8 April 2010) was a British musician, impresario, visual artist, performer, clothes designer and boutique owner.
He was former manager of the Sex Pistols and the New York Dolls.
lyrics :
Back in Nagasaki I got married to Cho Cho San
That was her name in those days
And I was her man
Im going back to visit her
She got a problem
She got a little Cho Cho
Cho Cho San was her name
And this is her tale of woe
Take it away Cho Cho
[Foreign content]
Todays the day when I see clear
A tiny thread of smoke appears
Where blue skies fall upon the ocean
And shake this staid emotion
All the while I sing this song
I see a dot on the horizon
Growing bigger every second
Gleaming white in my direction
Who on earth can it be
Coming up the path for me?
What on earth will he say?
Shall I run to him or run away?
Freaking out, hes come to get me
My feet are stuck but just wont let me
Run to him do I dare?
Madam Butterfly dont blow it
Calling Butterfly, Madam Butterfly
Thats the name he used to give me
Hes my man till the day I die
Oh, sweet Butterfly, so sweet Butterfly
Shes waiting
Hell be back, I have faith in this love track
Pinkertons the name
Lieutenant Colonel Pinkerton, sir
U.S. Navy
Im a bounder
I married a Yankee girl
But I went back to visit old Japan
Where there she was, Cho Cho San
Gotta have something to believe in
My white honkey, I do miss him
Someday soon hell come around
Just to stop my nervous breakdown
Call me fool, call me stupid
Bend my arrow kill this cupid
Say it with me
Hell be back
I have faith in this love track
Calling Butterfly, Madam Butterfly
Thats the name he used to give me
Hes my man till the day I die
Oh, sweet Butterfly, so sweet Butterfly
Shes waiting
Hell be back, I have faith
[Foreign content]
Cho Cho San
My little wife
My sweet butterfly
Thats the name Ill give her
When I return
[Foreign content]
Little sweet sweet Butterfly
I hear him crowing faintly
He thinks Im just still sweet sixteen
I guess Ill tease him gently
Calling Madam Butterfly
His angel plucked right from the sky
Hide my baby in mystic places
I feel the fear that I might die
Right in his arms and his embraces
Softly kissing my eyelashes
Got no right, no right to doubt it
Aint no doubt, no doubt about it
Call me fool, call me stupid
Bend this arrow kill this cupid
I have faith Ill always pray
My white honkeys here to stay
Calling Butterfly, Madam Butterfly
Butterfly, Butterfly have no fear
Ill be back to wipe your tears
Oh, sweet Butterfly, so sweet Butterfly
Shes waiting
Ill wait for him with unshakable faith
Hell be back
[Foreign content]
Hell be back
Ill be back Malcolm McLaren - Madame Butterfly](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/tIOQJTi7TKE/mqdefault.jpg)








![Bersarin Quartett - Oktober
Bersarin Quartett is one-man project from Münster, Germany founded by Thomas Bücker in 2006.
All photos by Anastasia ... White Mountains - Crete - Greece.
The White Mountains or Lefka Ori occupy a good part of the centre of West Crete and are the main feature of the region. They are made of limestone and called White Mountains because they are covered in snow until late in the spring. In the summer, the sun reflected on the limestone summits makes them appear white as well.
The highest summit is Pachnes (2453m) and there are over 30 summits that are higher than 2000m. The White Mountains also have about 50 gorges, the most famous being the gorge of Samaria.
Another characteristic of the mountains are the high plateaux in the centre of the mountains. The best known is the plateau of Omalos which is a round plain surrounded by mountains, at an altitude of 1100m.
Crete (Greek: Κρήτη, Kríti [kriti]; Ancient Greek: Κρήτη, Krḗtē) is the largest and most populous of the Greek islands, and the fifth-largest island in the Mediterranean Sea. Bersarin Quartett - Oktober](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/v8s5NIU0GiQ/mqdefault.jpg)
