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Baby, Be Mine!

                                     


                                                                        





Roses are red

My coochie is pink

I want you right now

Please, stop making me think

You don’t want me like I want you


I’ll take you through there

I’ll play no games with you

By the time we’re done

You’ll understand why violets are blue


This is my love letter

Short and sweet

I want you in my bed tonight

Please, stop making me wait! 


© 2026 Mia J 

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