I hate so having to wait
While you debate a date,
I do state you’re my fate
As we both think alike
So we should be alright
As you are shining bright
Whenever you’re in sight
With intellectual intellect.
Your bosom is so amply ampul
And your posterior is bountiful
Both of which I’d like a handful
As they make me so very lustful.
In me you can confide a thought
Which will be an ought sought.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/09/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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