My heart is soaring, look who’s roaring as laughter fills the room.
Sway my hips, inside tummy flips as things heat up over the moon.
Give your face a lick, cause you’re my pick and daylight sets too soon.
POEM ¦ too happy for poems
My heart is soaring, look who’s roaring as laughter fills the room. Sway my hips, inside tummy flips as things heat up over the moon. Give your face a lick, cause you’re my pick and daylight sets too soon.
1–2 minutes
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