I love the drool left on your pillow!
Love that you're kind, reasonably mellow.
The way you think, and the way you move,
always perfect, your dancy-cosmic groove.
Every day is Spring, with you in town,
So much crazy fun, never a frown
More fresh than a meadow of flowers mild,
Delicate, strong, feminine powers wild!
Exciting is your tasty, willing saliva,
it makes me feel so freaking alive-ahh
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