He had wonderful body
That shall attract anybody
He had one specialty in particular
His love was perfectly in order
I have thought over many times
Why was I always in flames?
Why was he always in mind and trying to consume?
“He was in love” I assumed
I gave in willingly
Whenever he approached smilingly
I shall fall for him happily
And surrender readily
I found him perfect match
So I tried to reach
And get on well with his approach
It was me always as such
I find no abnormality
But find quality
To enjoy each moment
And curse self when he is not present
I find no abnormality But find quality To enjoy each moment And curse self when he is not present
I find no abnormality But find quality To enjoy each moment And curse self when he is not present
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