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Stephanie
It was love at first sight When I first saw Stephanie That sparkling sprite Stunning little Steffie It may have been her beautiful face Wish a rosy blush on her cheek She was the most beautiful creature I ever held in my arms It may have been the fine brown hair Dancing on her shoulders Hair so fine it turned to fire In the sunlight Making a halo on an angel's head Possibly it was her vivaciousness Or just her small buttocks Encased in her dirty jodhpurs She was simply heart stoppingly gorgeous Being in love with her was joyous, Being loved by her was glorious She would hug me And bury her head in my chest The smell of her hair was heaven Her perfume a divine intoxication And I would feel her tremble in my arms As a tiny bird might in the palm of your hand I wanted to keep her safe Protect her from harm Then I would kiss the top of her head And carry her off to bed I loved her so much But I should have loved her more I should have loved her with a passion With such depth and intensity That God himself Could not have rent her from my grasp But I did not And my little bird escaped
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