Your my wife to be
Why do you have to be so sour ?Your pretty like a flower.
Our love will never be dropped down like the twin towers.
I am called the love making machine cause I love to go hours.
I am addicted to giving back scratches and a massage.
My love is too real to be considered a mirage.
I love sucking on your neck.
We are closer then cards in a deck.
I give you my all cause I don't want another girl to be next.
Our love can be so complex.
We go through alot but it makes us stronger.
You satisfy my love's hunger.
Our love can never be plundered.
Will this really last forever is something I always wondered.
We were meant for each other .
No other girl would I rather have then you to be my lover.
I want you to know you are really special to me.
You are my wife to be.
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