This Old Bag of a Balloon
Give me those primal cheeks, those irresistible charming buttons
and don't turn away,
but let me clasp your cuteness betwixt thumb and index...
yes, palpable pleasures, indeed enjoyed, compressed, still squeezed.
Let me see your winning countenance
display those genuine sizzling smiles
slashing self's misery straps
once thickened with constraining wiles
Now this old bag of a balloon
is released in the joy of your unmasked face
now this old bag of a balloon
re-inflated with your effervescent child-like grace
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