Pitty
by Agensoinos
My heart, it goes all pitty-pat
when I think of where you and I are at.
My blood, it races 'round my veins
when I think of us holding our life reins.
Oh Gyrelane, my love,
you're like the stars above,
You sparkle down upon me,
I'm so damned glad you won me.
I find that I cannot but feel
that you are the best card of my life's deal.
I make my bid and hold my bluff
and pray each and every day it's enough.
Oh Gyrelane, my sweet,
you are my special treat.
My lips enjoy the tasting
of kisses as good as turkey's basting.
Living with you is so sublime
I spend it with you when I've got the time.
Inside or out is not the thing,
but when I'm out, inside, nice things I'll bring.
Oh Gyrelane, my dear,
you're like my favorite beer.
You've touched my heart with your bold taste,
oh gods I love your tiny waist.
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