Between the Sheets
I dreamed of Poetry last night...
Not just part of the night, but the entire night.
The Poetry was oh so sweet as I dreamed between the sheets.
Tho It wasn't the "normal" beat....last night she was extra sweet.
I dreamed of Poetry on the streets...
Poetry while sitting by the beach....
I dreamed of Poetry, as high as a dream can reach.
Mmmmm...dreams of Poetry in the sheets, beats laying with you in or on top of any sheets.
Poetry in the sheets is extra sweet.
She is always on beat & she brings with her no heat.
Just her sweet, sweet "abnormal" beat.
She doesn't leave me wet nor sticky...and I never have too worry about a hickey.
I dreamed of Poetry last night, I bet you wish you were with me.
I dreamed of Poetry in a castle, where the king gave no hassle.
I dreamed of Poetry that dazzled,
With Poetry, no_thing is ever frazzled.
Poetry sweep me off my feet,
I as I laid & dreamed with her between the sheets....
And for this, I must say, she has you beat.
Because last night I dreamed of Poetry, the entire night, as I laid between the sheets.
Not too mention, she remained on the same beat.
There's No_thing like Poetry between the sheets.
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