Clean Hearts
Grant Hope #81
Looking into mesmerized eyes
In my well-prepared arms
there we are
there she is
white as the sun shining radiant through the windows of our humble abode
Admiring with a twinkle
each other in every way a man and woman can
Her perfect smile causes both of her cheeks to rise
Mornings are never more exciting
than the intoxicating scent of her
holding my beating heart while we dance
spinning around our home while she kicks in the air
her pristine waist pressed against me
the sun gleams from her bashful cheeks all around and all the way down
We’re just a couple of old mopheads that know the places to clean
brush to a sheen
our hearts mixed together make them especially pristine
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