Roses are red. Violets are blue.
The scent of a pig reminds me of you.
Your skin feels like gravel to my caress.
Your lips taste like a marshmallow, no less!
Kissing your ass fills all of my dreams.
And stroking your elbow must be heaven, it seems.
I see terror reflected deep in your eyes.
And I know a sore moose within you lies.
I want to make angry love to you.
To sing and dance and hike, it's true.
So won't you be my gorgeous Valentine?
Please say shit! that you'll be mine!
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