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Och, you and your divine shape   How beautiful you are to me      You drive me wild with want   I simply cannot master you!      You are oft'times hard to get   But nary shall I quit you      Tune my heartstrings up a notch   Fret forever, I try to get it right      You quiver exquisite at my touch   A ravishing delight to my ravenous senses      Would you GIVE a STAR for my attempts   Don't over tease my nerves to distraction!        I slave intense o'er you, day and night   Yes, you're the one with the hold on me      Look at the inevitable shape I'm in   All 'cause-a you and your curvy shape!      The airline broke your sister's neck   Yah mon, I cried, mah Lord. I all but died, ha!      Caught in a quagmire of deep distress   You, my comely cutaway, pegged me up again.      Love to cradle you on my eager lap   My arms around in close embrace      A gentle, organic creature, such as you   I dare not grip you hard at all.      My fingertips so acquainted with your girth   Your rosette rings out my notes with charm.      Enchanting me with deep nuance   Without trying, she pleases so!      The sole bridge 'tween the world and me   My subtle love, only my Valencia.....   S T,  04 Avril 2013
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
Only My Valencia
Och, you and your divine shape   How beautiful you are to me      You drive me wild with want   I simply cannot master you!      You are oft'times hard to get   But nary shall I quit you      Tune my heartstrings up a notch   Fret forever, I try to get it right      You quiver exquisite at my touch   A ravishing delight to my ravenous senses      Would you GIVE a STAR for my attempts   Don't over tease my nerves to distraction!        I slave intense o'er you, day and night   Yes, you're the one with the hold on me      Look at the inevitable shape I'm in   All 'cause-a you and your curvy shape!      The airline broke your sister's neck   Yah mon, I cried, mah Lord. I all but died, ha!      Caught in a quagmire of deep distress   You, my comely cutaway, pegged me up again.      Love to cradle you on my eager lap   My arms around in close embrace      A gentle, organic creature, such as you   I dare not grip you hard at all.      My fingertips so acquainted with your girth   Your rosette rings out my notes with charm.      Enchanting me with deep nuance   Without trying, she pleases so!      The sole bridge 'tween the world and me   My subtle love, only my Valencia.....   S T,  04 Avril 2013
Can ye guess ......? Would ye believe how happy she makes me....aaahhh, pure heaven!
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
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