Dearest Thomas, I have to say,
Your smile makes my every day.
My panties melt, my innards quiver,
With every glance that you deliver.
Your eyes arrest my every move--
My love for you, I'd love to prove.
The lack of you, my heart bemoans;
I want to jump your gorgeous bones.
I'd love to stroke your rippling back;
Í'd love to get you in the sack.
Without you,
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