Surrounded like a fever dream
An overture desire in extreme
Someday he'll make them scream
Sun grown skin handsome toys
Boys, boys, boys
Dribbled over looks and poised
Stratum and delicate
An insanely sweet candy state
Made from heaven's trait
A soft, fragile with lusty voice
Surrounded like a fever dream
Ravishing flowers he likes to trim
Someday he'll make them scream
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