Abigail

Abigail
With the first look I swelled,
To pursue I am compelled,
Olive skin and perfume hair,
Fighting always the urge to stare.

Cuddle me close with affectionate eyes,
My dispassionate manner is all lies,
Truly loving I am in our scenes,
I love you in leggings, skirt, or jeans.

I know you are trying to keep a distance,
Abandon your fear of religious repentance.
I know how you feel and what you miss,
I make you laugh, add a smile with a kiss.

You will forever be my moment in time
Puerto Rican eh, like a corona and lime?
Just jokes, but I know it makes you laugh,
Please, let me be your time and a half.

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