A big blue orb desires one true thing
To encompass and engulf all things that are green.
To revel in the way the light illuminates the single shouldered sparkle,
To painstakingly pick up his jaw as he kneels before legs; her back arched her thong pulled.
If there ever was a couch he might sit and gaze at yellow,
Forest green would be its color and his hands would would not sit still.
If skirts were made in one color alone, it would be green regardless of how short it may become and then of course red right after he smacks her playfully on her magnificent sassy bum.
The green of the basil upon that first picnic lunch,
The green grass between her toes as she happily makes them scrunch.
The green of granola woowoo hearts
The green light from the lanterns still shining at the end of the dock.
This blue orb, though sometimes comes on strong, knows that when it comes to Miss Daisy, her adorned in green is never ever wrong.
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