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(Heavy Breathing)

My dearest Padawan, I have something, just for you

The droids reminded me, to give you something blue

Oh yes, and something red, although, I prefer all black

The elevator’s calling us, let’s move in, toward the back

No one else will follow us, trust me, this is true

But should they get too close, they’re easy to subdue

We can be together, all alone, in this elevator

You can be my chosen one, and I can be your Vader

(Snickering laugh)
(Back to heavy breathing)

Take these flowers, please, they’re making me wheeze!


A little levity on this day of passion and love!  😉  This was my original poem for ~M’s challenge.  Then I just made it silly lol 

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