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 romance. 2/14/18 'Romantic-Acrostic' contest Sponsor: John Hamilton