Pure Class
You still know how to kiss and I can still shake an ass.
Your laughter is golden and my pirouette's pure class.
Every black turned silver precious as the mind within.
Every snarky comment turning sweet to bawdy fortune.
These opportune delights warmer than cookies fresh
which crumble tenderly spread glee over sheets pressed
firm by our shared hands make the love we'll share tonight.
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