You are the flavor of a garden-fresh tomato
A richly sweet Alaska potato
You are butter-cream icing
A fall drive
through frosty mountains in the morning
The surprise of a hawk or a
lynx on a great ride
I revel in the joy of your sex
Just the nubbly taste of you, my lover,
You make me
So happy.
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