The large build and eyes enchant me,
He's so charming, handsome, and active
He's another man that makes me feel like I'm attractive.
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I close my eyes and see the British Man's physique,
His olive skin, dark eyes, and manliness weaken me
What a mature voice that awakens me.
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The touch and kisses are so gentle
He makes me feel smitten,
I jitter whenever he secretly visits.
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We live separately
He leaves accordingly,
So, we track the time carefully.
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When he visits, he rubs my back
And pecks my jaw,
He loves his precious lass.
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His Baby Girl,
The star-cross lover
What a tainted romance that sacredly rests.
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He's obsessed over every crevice,
The thin, milky epidermis
And the perched nose tip
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All what makes him his Irish bride,
He loves what so fair and beatific
His obedient Miss
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I make him so nervous,
We exchange knowledge,
What a holy man that visits my dark place!
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No one knows this man; only Jesus and his land
I thank this beautiful man,
All smiles and romance.