Vanilla Love
VANILLA LOVE
Vanilla love is neither pale or bland
The body needs that gentle squeeze
Lyrics paint the picture, if only sung
Words walk lightly upon the tongue
Surrender brings you to your knees
Finally, you will come to understand
To have never truly loved is a waste
But just what is love, one might ask
Is it gentle warmth or fiery passion
Even cool, as is the modern fashion
Being oneself or maybe wear a mask
But there’s magic in that exotic taste
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