Our fire burns in the night
Falling rain cannot make it less bright
We are ready to start our sex
And my hand is already on your breasts
You sit near me but you hear
That something is moving near
You tell me it's Lonely Dolores
The ghost of the local forest
I must make her happy first
But I never thought about sex with a ghost
I hear her bloodfreezing howl
I must act or she'll destroy our souls
I actually don't care whom to fuck this night
I drunk all the vodka and smoked all the weed
So if there are supernatural things to fight
I will do anything you need
Our fire burns in the dark
and Dolores screams while I fuck
But still I cannot see
Her invisible pussy
You watch but you understand
That's the only way for you to have sex
Because your pussy is wet and you scared
To say something against it
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