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The Rolling Stones Heaven (Nicolas Rada Unofficial Remix)

The one
So precious
Gentle
Body press
Against mine

Twilitght gone
The moment
For one
To move
His hand longs
To press
The softness of her neck
Close
Ever so

Ever so

Pull close
Her
To
Him

Her burning heat
Could be disguised
for a moent
in the shifting char

None but Her could know
Woul
In her silent rub
Ever so

building higher

Her laugh
Her grin
Foreer hiding
The heat within

In the laugh
half smoke
Half laugher
As the press
Draws
Hard
From the
Soft
Pressing
Reisistance
Against
Her longing
Onslaught

The gods
Wait
To delight
In the
Supple feel
Upper thighs
So soft
So drawing
Longing
To feel his touch
In the interval

Of kisses
So light
So hot
Burning trace
Up
While she
Exteds
Further
A little
Lost
Drunk
In heer desire

Her hands
Trace from her belly
Up
Towards
The heaven
She always knew

If only for a moment

While his press
Ushered her
Toward
The Heaven
She had only dreamed of

Had only felt of

If only for a moment

Touching spread
Pusing nerves
Drew
Him
Where she unged
Where she felt
The death
If only for a moment
To live

To die

In his arms
For a moment

Fleeting

Made all of it
Worth it
For in his burning touch

She had reached heaven

In the trace of his kiss

She had entered

Paradise