Grains of sand, drops of sea
None of which catch my eye
Your powerful torso
And mischievous grin
Make me wonder if I've died
Heaven is where I must be
If I'm staring at a bod like that
Now shut up and kiss me
Keep me locked up for days
While I keep you happy, sated
and, of course, on your back!
-S. Anne
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