Sit down on your throne,
let me move the fan towards u
i'll pull your shoes
tell me what beverage suits u
Does this warm moist cloth feel good?
How about a cool one for the forehead?
and a warm one for the feet
Cheetos extra crispy
that is what we'll eat
let's keep it simple
u really are deserving
sleep if you like
hot lotion coming
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