The Object of My Dreams
In her eyes rises the flames of love,
The passion of care and cherish;
She sings with such a beautiful voice
That the clicks and clacks of her rhythms makes me dance to her tune;
The words she airs and the way she takes me by the hand,
Pricks a call for concern and makes me feel that endless love;
I made her my sugar mummy,
Teaching her the physics of love
And she made me her sugar daddy,
Teaching me the linguistic of love;
Each time I take her for a walk,
She holds me so tight and lean that beautiful head of hers by my shoulders,
Letting that hand of mine to crap her waist;
I spend my time preaching to her lovely ears the melodies of kindness
And she spends her time just doing it to me;
If there is anything I have ever needed,
It’s her and the kinds she possess.
The end
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