Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
When I'm with you in December
It feels just like June.
Perfect weather for romance,
Perfect person for me;
Perfect perfection of truth.
Perfect imperfections lead me to loving you.
Sweet scents of ecstatic lusting
Makes loving you so wonderful.
I love the way you moan and groan
When I'm filling you so plentiful.
So great the thought of you
Being only mine;
So immense the sensation of your finger tips
Running down my spine.
Scratch my back like a cat,
With your fingernails, scrape off my skin;
Dig deep into my body,
Let it be your ball of lint.
As it rains and the drops are smacked
Into the window by the wind, I'm
Cuddling with you with the lights off;
The sunlight so low it's barely dim.
We lay there, all alone,
Holding each so very close.
We lay there from dawn to dusk.
We lay there, only us.
The days pass,
So do the weeks,
Everything becomes nothing rapidly,
But we manage to stay a one, we manage to stay unique.
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