7-23-15
Her body pressed up close to mine,
Leaves me a feeling, she is so divine;
The sweet, sweet smell she carries on her neck,
Commands a certain level of respect;
She moves in ways, no one has seen to date,
It's a miracle we met, it must have been fate;
Her sounds, the only ones I will hear,
When I whisper sweet nothings into her ear.
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