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Opposites attract.
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Smooth, white, vanilla silk,
pristine, creamy sweet milk
can make anyone wilt.
You’ve chocolate lagoon eyes
all fall, drown, in them. That’s no surprise!
Still … one can’t see pasteurized.

Spots for freckles, red-head,
svelte curves knock-‘em-dead.
Mad cow? Not this gal, Red.
Most young ladies aren’t as wise,
fall, wallow, swallow, guys’ lies,
though they can’t see pasteurized.

Trish, Em and Molly Moo
don’t have class like you do,
sophisticated too.
Intelligence surmised
you turn folks into spies
hiding secrets past your eyes.

You prefer beef and brawn
to WIT though others yawn
at knuckleheads beyond
redemption. You’re too kind …
looking swell … unwind …
no one sees pasteurized.

Fate met us at the gate
but—gee—it was too late.
Tired, I tend to hibernate.
You were Grade A from day one
now we’ve finished having fun.
Still … one can’t see pasteurized.