Naughty Love
Love was hidden
Under the table.
I went there
To get it
But hit my head
Love was in the kitchen.
I cooked some soup
To taste it,
But it burned my tongue.
I decided to find it
In my dreams.
I had a good sleep last night
But couldn't see anything.
Damn you, love!
Get out from under the table.
Come here!
I'll cook you in the kitchen
And taste you in my dream this night!
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