You look so good in all your glimmer
Who knew a man could look that way
Most want to reach out and touch face
Don’t let them have to much play
The way you move has them coiling
Wand up for another sound trip
He’ll take you to where you’ve never been
Listen to more than his moving lips
You decorate your skin in words known to you
The parts you take when you enter the room
Leave something behind for us to remember
Make flowers in the dead of December
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