His big hands

How they squeeze

They make me weak between the knees

All of my senses

Passionately appease

He continues to swoon me with so much ease

So please

Stay a while

We can chill upon the tile

& Did I mention I love your smile?

One of the features I hope you pass to our child

You drive me wild

A sweet and spicy mild

The memories of love continue to pile

& I also really love your style

With you

I’m ready to walk the green mile

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