```The thought of you keeps popping up in my mind
The reason I can't find
Of your kind
Where on earth can I find
Going past galaxies, I would not mind
Your smile on the aisle
Take my hand, a step for each mile
As I lift that gown, knowing you are mine
Honeymoon on the beach
Lying flat on our backs, watching the moon
Waking up past noon
You open wide, no fear cumming in
Give you some of this steak
The right size you can never choke
Riding me without wheels
Bare, no heels
©fredrick o
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