What makes you tick?
Though I may never substitute you for tea
Awe grips my waist when your figure is all I see
Why do the might plunge into you
Is there any peace buried beneath the surface view
Tell even me
I count them as men eaten as sacrificed food
Couldn't you have advised them for good?
Men far away from wives
Toil and freeze while the sea breeze their face wipes
You are beautiful
Were you told?
Forgive for me, for I am careless and lost my manners
Will you permit me to sketch your perfect body on global banners.