I'm a place to hang your hat at night.. I'm a cook..to cook your meals.. I'm the laundry gal..who washes your clothes.. I'm a toy that isn't real.. I'm a someone.. to scrub your back.. I'm a nurse.. to hold your head.. I'm a baby sitter.. for the kids.. and I'm a toy.. to take to bed.. I'm a thing to you..someone to use.. I'm your..part time..lovey Dove.. I'm everything to you..except..SOMEONE TO LOVE.
Reason for writing:
Just a situation..dominated by love..Does it happen in real
life? ..in real love?
Birth sign: Not entered
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