She fits me like a glove
My secret love beneath
As tight as can be
She is my secret love
My love a warm sheath
To me she is lovely
Giving her pleasure
To my secret love
Is what I like to do
To me she is a treasure
Skin like a white dove
I love her thru and thru
You ask me, who is she?
Wondering I can tell
Of this wondrous beauty
My answer to you must be
I am under the spell
Of a fictious imagery
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