Bae, you know you’re lookin’ and smellin’ real good. You pull off that haze so well, Bae. You got no bitterness, Bae, because you’re a gentle kind of lover. Bae, you got me screamin’ Citra, Ekuanot, and Falconer’s Flight when you ain’t textin’ back, but you always end up comin’ through. Soft and plump with a body so full, Bae, we could never get mad at you. Stay forever, Bae.