There is only you and I
You with your sweet eyes
Me with my honor
You with your sin
Me kissing your six-inch stilettos
What shall we do?
Let's sift the heart like tides
Soft tides that mellow the moon
Sweet smiles like wet garter belts
Topaz nights like your silk stockings
Sandra as fair as dawn
Dreams come again like youth
Skies seem like eons of songs
She is delicate like a leather corset
She is wise like a magic tongue
Sandra so real with her red pedicure
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