My passion is your pleasure,
Leisure given at your desire
The jewels twirled by your hands,
languid cup to sip, yes
the bite u took off the crisps,
I crave it the most,
U know to put your sausages in your toast
For that moment conserved
The lustrous teeth I want to see
come, give me relief
take me and restore my lost belief
The critics of teeth conveyed,
You can reach across to grasp,
your teapot at your grasp,
the warmest bubbly laugh,
distinct lips so moisten
who would not plant a kiss
such muddled behavior,
you would throw me out your doors.
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