I laughed when you said I was café au lait. I'll make sure you... stay up... late, You make my kitty cat purr, my Italian Monsieur. My brothers to you bragged about size and girth The smile on your face, one of mirth you talked about skill and having only a hammer all they could do was stammer. I fondle your gift, an Italian horn dreaming of another, both my lips to adorn.
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