I cannot tell, I should
not sell, I would not being in
cell, I like to hear the
wedding bell, it makes me
sleep like a horse, I love
to be tickle, I like my precious
girlfriend of mine, she
can tickle me once more, she
actually massage my feet
to feet, I fell in love with her
in ten foot tall, she sat
with me, I rather giggle at her
beautifully and strong,
she put her head on my shoulder
to shoulder, I put my
righteous arm on her shoulder
too, she start her crying
tears come down like Niagara
Falls, her heart was
melting constantly, because she's
in love of her days, she
leaped in my soul my spirit
my heart will jump start
through me, it struck by the
lightening bolt of love
and honor
Written by
Michael James Brindley
2-20-15
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