To my special brehette....your name will not be named....you know who you are
I would slow dance with you under a meteor shower, knowing that your soft body squeezed between my fingers and my head on your shoulder would create a force field that would stop us from being harmed.
A world of encourgement from you could give me the ability to surf backwards in the ocean with a skateboard.
I would pick you up from work.... shave your legs for you, lotion your legs, rub your feet and kiss your belly button to help you relax after your long day.
You are a delectable melody thats plays in a secret, hidden music hall in the mansion of my sentiments and desires....where sharks jump from the ocean with violins play gap to band songs for us to dance to.
Joe - I Wanna Know - YouTube
Its Criminal how this nicca is a slept on poster 
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this nikka 
we don't need your vote nicca.
