You photocopied your private parts
autograph them with a flourish.
Stuck them up all over my room
signed: 'For you to cherish! '
A trail of clothes getting more
intimate by the minute
led me to a grinning naked you
...didn't it?
'Hi...! ' you smiled.
'Welcome to the Real Thing! '
What could I do
but...cherish?
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