A Platinum Dollar Made of Diamonds
i chase her home
she connects the dots
i taste all of her flavors
the feeling is a golden dime
her dome is the epitome of class and grace
i cannot believe that there is consideration in her heart for me
once upon a time i was not even a speck in her vision
now i dominate the epicenter of her spotlight
i hold her tight
she again figures me out
i satisfy all of her favors
the feeling is a platinum dollar made of diamonds
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