You're a beautiful thing, an exploded orchid and an albino alligator. You're the feel of family at a crawfish boil or at that same corner each and every year for Mardi Gras. You're cold beer and red wine catfish at lent with lemon. Jambalaya and dirty rice after the risen Christ. You're a ball of flames and sunshine on the coldest winter day. You belong to me. I can make you come but I want you to do it voluntarily. I need you to tell me something that makes sense. If this is love.
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