My mind got stuck in a loop,
as I thought about you on my stoop,
all those years ago.
Your hardcore grungy music scene,
your chains and skates and stove-pipe jeans,
you had pants that glow.
You smelled like heaven wrapped around,
with longish hair and baritone sound,
my kissable teenage swoon.
And now all grown, tall and slender,
with practiced kisses deep and tender,
my gorgeous sexy groom.
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