Don’t face reality – you’ll get more of the same,
think up a fantasy, dream up a scheme, instead
of sitting here, suffering headache and sore ears
I am in the arms of my Charming Rudi who loves
reading my verse, waxing lyrical about my ideas,
while teaching me the art of making love
Through his own musical words, with kisses of
loving lips, with caresses of passionate hands
and romance in expressive eyes
Burning in understanding…
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