She was fresh Pink I was black as sin She opened I charged in She was the lamb I was the bull She was empty I was full She was red I was hot She begged I shot She was shaking I was breathless She was still I was restless She was black I was pink She made me question I made her think I was empty She was full I was the lamb She the bull.

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