(I begin the fourth week with a classic.  Peace to Hollywood Hogan.)

Grooveshark lets us listen to Jimi. Hopefully, you can hear Jimi.

She feels me even when I’m not there
Fingers tap dance across faces
And my hand massages her thigh from miles away
Some call it magic
Well I don’t call anything
I don’t need to
The sound of my voice is implanted in her neck from the last time she was bitten there.
Instant lust letters keep the connection strong.

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