He wishes for a few more inches, well
to me he's a perfect fit...eye to eye,
cheek to cheek...open those baby browns,
Stop your wishing...she's right in front of you!
And as for magic, it shall be made...the berries
are fresh, sweet and ready to eat
Long silences followed by more...again, let
go of that sixty four
Why not take my hand and stroll
feel that soft sand beneath
your feet...wiggle those toes;
For a few blissful hours, forgetting our woes
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