Sugar Mom-Ma

Sugar Mom-Ma Where are You Now; Soon I must let go too dig my grave. If you don't come real soon. You have money, I have seen your gold. I have seen it go, forever green, forever green and you have never seemed so kind too me. There is Nothing that I have, and you could make it better, my whole world. My Sugar Mom-ma, I must can I, hold those globes, both apples and a peach moist raisin is your sun. I would lift each one and bath it every night. Sipping wine too doze you would then know, It is my pleasure after and I would. While I buff each moon so pale it shines, and you would never wake in time too find it deep and true. I should know as I move deftly round your smile. After each massage I give each part is Once inside. Cucumbers for your eye balls, sliced real thick and I.