Very sweet this wife the stunning beauty
Fingers hers hair handle twist tight till twirl
Love in her tone why Im claimed a cutie
Proper patient smiles show her teeth white pearl
Childishness to fore I feel a sense of duty
Growing boy play I he engages growing girl
We lick little lollies sweet and fruity
Ride a round about big burst one wild whirl
Down the cellar sit I safe yet wary
Watch I cooled off wort froth fizz fermented
Wall bricks painted white and copper vented
Atmosphere Id label light and airy
Her tea leaves Im read as honest hunches
Fortune forced I roll along their punches
Chorus hunches inklings premonitions