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... Incredible Rush The warmth of a touch; exquisite in time. Envisioning eagerly infinite rhyme. Course forward integrity, warmth profound. All women give it, regardless of round. A warm touch to come, with so many more. Worth life’s peril, a warm touch just once more. Meander, and pander, and search all I can, Finding that woman, the result will be grand. Such power of women, I may never know. I pray I am with one, when life’s joy overflows. I hope to return, great grace as they do. I sit as a boy, while she teaches me too. Whatever is said, I attend to it too. I will give all I am, to prove she is true. With her lovely presence, enchantment is mine. Keep moving forward, love that sweet woman, That sweet woman so fine.
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