Cotton pleated white sheets
Without a single crease
That’s something special to me
Crispy linen with laundered smell
That’s something that I think is swell
As the sun shines through the window
And I am anticipating your arrival
To enjoy our loving pleasurable revival
In the cotton pleated sheets upon the bed
Where we’ll lose our head’s while making love.
fauxcroft 
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