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Im trying to guess his age..
I used to love cream cones
And the seller loved to gift them to me..
I was naive and nubile
A few cuddles,
And thats how it is..

I thought of the haggard seller
And how I always would be glad
When he would finally give me the shamed cone
I felt so less back then
Walked away with cream and a smile..

Now my lips tremble,my soul crumbles..
I shut my own sight
Im so ashamed
And this ageless man above me..
My very own man to be precise

I knew him not a day before
And now im his forever and more..
He earns a solid monthly check
And im his partner
Arranged by family and friends...