Riches with rags, I’ve got the chase.
Open for me, banking on me internally.
Managing mines with her feel of soft touch.
Angel eyes played the harp, I’ve noticed.
Negligent I was but I’ve learned, anxiously.
Tapping, toes, tripping whilst moaning.
I need you baby, as I circle you to orbit.
Careful meticulous love from you, created this...
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