You said that we would have a lot of fun,
even send me a picture where you laid
on a island, somewhere in the bright sun,
you said
I should immediately come to your aid
as your intense longing had begun,
even if I had to leave bills unpaid.
On the beach into my arms you did run
and your hair was knotted in a French braid,
of my hungry kisses you were not afraid,
you said…
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