Her Magic Mane

On this eve before the New Year, I’ll not need a bottle of Champagne;
I’ll ingest something more intoxicating, my Linda’s “magic mane”!
Almost forty inches of pure beauty, it cascades to her thighs;
She shakes it and it tumbles down, my endorphins quickly rise!
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She’s the beautiful Rapunzel, in our fairy-tale world,
Long, and straight, and flowing, it never need be curled!
So this day I wish to thank her, for the ecstasy in my life;
I love her with all my being, this woman that’s my wife!
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Her magic mane flows
As does the fire of my loins
Our love returned